July 21st, 2007
19.
I've never been good at anything in particular. No amazing talent. I can talk to people…I am personable and outgoing. Sometimes I can be clever. I have street smarts. I can apply make up.
But I've always wanted a special talent. Something to show off, like being good at drawing or sculpting or painting or making music or you know, some shit like that.
I tend to get jealous of people with these abilities…it automatically makes them more desirable to other people…mysterious…like they know special secrets of the universe. You can be boring and lame and even mean, however, make something neat to see or hear or touch and people love you. But, I suppose that at the end of it all these abilities are just that…abilities. Or maybe this is just what I tell myself. Some people are simply able to manifest their ideas and brain images into something tangible.
I can't.
I can smoke cigarettes…very very well, mind you.
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So, shortly after I wrote the above, my creepy friend Ron ( whom I dated in February of 2005) sent me this, which is a poem I wrote for him on valentines day. At first I was confused because I forgot that I had written it.:
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Subject: Blog 19
Body:
Maybe poetry?
I gave you my digits cause I thought you'd be weird
Mayhaps a molester with drugs and a beard
But you turned out to be awesome, attractive, and smart
Great in the sack, sorta shitty at art
You like ska, Bone Thugs, and hot DDR action
Your love of good comedy adds to the attraction
V-Day normally sucks, but not this year
Cause I met a rudeboy who drinks vanilla coke and not beer.
You're like if Emerson, Thomas, Frost, and Shakespeare formed a Voltron, but instead of a giant robot it's a 21 year old LA hipster.
Or maybe comedy? You're funny (for a girl I guess).
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I'm going to have to agree with Ron. I am amazing at poetry.
AMAZING. Incredible even?
Oh, and dancing. Last night I had an 80s movie moment wherein there was a circle of people gathered around myself and this really cool mexican dude. We were having a crunk-off. I got the crunkest.
I've never been good at anything in particular. No amazing talent. I can talk to people…I am personable and outgoing. Sometimes I can be clever. I have street smarts. I can apply make up.
But I've always wanted a special talent. Something to show off, like being good at drawing or sculpting or painting or making music or you know, some shit like that.
I tend to get jealous of people with these abilities…it automatically makes them more desirable to other people…mysterious…like they know special secrets of the universe. You can be boring and lame and even mean, however, make something neat to see or hear or touch and people love you. But, I suppose that at the end of it all these abilities are just that…abilities. Or maybe this is just what I tell myself. Some people are simply able to manifest their ideas and brain images into something tangible.
I can't.
I can smoke cigarettes…very very well, mind you.
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So, shortly after I wrote the above, my creepy friend Ron ( whom I dated in February of 2005) sent me this, which is a poem I wrote for him on valentines day. At first I was confused because I forgot that I had written it.:
..>..>..>..>..>..>..>..>..>..>
Subject: Blog 19
Body:
Maybe poetry?
I gave you my digits cause I thought you'd be weird
Mayhaps a molester with drugs and a beard
But you turned out to be awesome, attractive, and smart
Great in the sack, sorta shitty at art
You like ska, Bone Thugs, and hot DDR action
Your love of good comedy adds to the attraction
V-Day normally sucks, but not this year
Cause I met a rudeboy who drinks vanilla coke and not beer.
You're like if Emerson, Thomas, Frost, and Shakespeare formed a Voltron, but instead of a giant robot it's a 21 year old LA hipster.
Or maybe comedy? You're funny (for a girl I guess).
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I'm going to have to agree with Ron. I am amazing at poetry.
AMAZING. Incredible even?
Oh, and dancing. Last night I had an 80s movie moment wherein there was a circle of people gathered around myself and this really cool mexican dude. We were having a crunk-off. I got the crunkest.