litany of suck
firstly: the GLCafe blows my ass for my last night late night shift. here's to those heiffers who always expect a bailout (servers!) but who can't let a fAg go home when he is pooping funny.
secondly: sudden death chaos blows monkey ass. anyone know the cheap and efficient way to move a hundred year old antique player piano without breaking it? please email me with suggestions. it needs to travel from Halifax County VA to williamsburg VA.
thirdish(this will get old soon): i am ready to reach that point where i don;t feel kicked in the nuts every morning. like, ten minutes after i wake up. which is only echoed later that day with "how are you feeling?" which is good, because it means i am not as numb. i just can't wait to get out of the phase where i am angry and rejecting it, you know. like some kind of reverse organ transplant.
{.... BEARlesque. volunteers needed stat. ultimate sissies in panties party, script forthcoming. theme: sass. time: my big fat birthday. location TBA. i need help with making blood squirt and rip away pants. advice on rigging a cabbage patch doll to magically spring from non-existant vag would be a huge plus....}
it dawned on me that no matter what i do from this day forward, i will never be the dissapointing fag again. that the one person who loved me and broke me at the same time, that i could never shine for the way i wanted to, is gone. and that the one place in the entire world that he felt the most at peace, that he felt he could let go, was sitting at the edge of my bed.
that in one moment, one clear blue streak of clairity, my dad showed me that he understood me better than anyone, that he loved me more than he had words to say, and that he would teach me the most important lesson of my life. and now the bastard isn't here to thank for it and it hurts.
only my dad could say he loved me with a broken heart. and leave me little tokens to tell me that i was/am never as dissapointing to him as i was/am to myself.
maybe tomorrow when i wake up i will feel different. maybe the location wasn;t peaceful. maybe surrounded by the memory of me was the last blow to a leaky dam. but that doesn't feel right.
daddy never went anywhere he didn't want to.
secondly: sudden death chaos blows monkey ass. anyone know the cheap and efficient way to move a hundred year old antique player piano without breaking it? please email me with suggestions. it needs to travel from Halifax County VA to williamsburg VA.
thirdish(this will get old soon): i am ready to reach that point where i don;t feel kicked in the nuts every morning. like, ten minutes after i wake up. which is only echoed later that day with "how are you feeling?" which is good, because it means i am not as numb. i just can't wait to get out of the phase where i am angry and rejecting it, you know. like some kind of reverse organ transplant.
{.... BEARlesque. volunteers needed stat. ultimate sissies in panties party, script forthcoming. theme: sass. time: my big fat birthday. location TBA. i need help with making blood squirt and rip away pants. advice on rigging a cabbage patch doll to magically spring from non-existant vag would be a huge plus....}
it dawned on me that no matter what i do from this day forward, i will never be the dissapointing fag again. that the one person who loved me and broke me at the same time, that i could never shine for the way i wanted to, is gone. and that the one place in the entire world that he felt the most at peace, that he felt he could let go, was sitting at the edge of my bed.
that in one moment, one clear blue streak of clairity, my dad showed me that he understood me better than anyone, that he loved me more than he had words to say, and that he would teach me the most important lesson of my life. and now the bastard isn't here to thank for it and it hurts.
only my dad could say he loved me with a broken heart. and leave me little tokens to tell me that i was/am never as dissapointing to him as i was/am to myself.
maybe tomorrow when i wake up i will feel different. maybe the location wasn;t peaceful. maybe surrounded by the memory of me was the last blow to a leaky dam. but that doesn't feel right.
daddy never went anywhere he didn't want to.