Knock Knock... who dat? Scary look'n black man, open the damn door.... it's immigration biatch!!!

Oct 05, 2005 09:59


Sometimes I think I'm unique in some aspects of life, but I know it's not the case.  Unique is just a word to substitute for, weird or alone... it has a much better connotation.  Because the truth of the matter is that 99% of the time that you think you're unique, you're not.  I get that feeling, that no one can relate to how i feel, but it's never the case, they may just be slow to admit it or ashamed to identify, but it's there... an army of believers waiting to develop the courage to stand behind you marching and screaming at the top of their lungs.  She's acts like a man!!! Which is good...50% of the time.  Better put, she's not an emtional person, which is wonderful... it's an amazing relief actually, just thinking back to the last relationship where everyone's emotions just ran wild in my life... this is nice and peaceful...i mean as the long distace boyfriend, it's easier to fall asleep knowing that she's the "unwooable bitch (so eloquent is julian) who doesn't give most guys the time of day"... knowing that my only rear-mind "worry" is that another girl actually likes her?!?! breathe... So what's in the front of my mind?  A map, cause i'm on a mission i guess.  Somewhere inside of her is a soft-side, a side that let's her guard down and stops being the "unwooable uh huh"...The side that sits in her best friends bed with a pillow of her head, appearing to attempt suffocation, but talking to her best friend about how much she can't wait to return to brandon to see him... wait that was yesterday in julian's room.  It's there, and I'm gonna find it... in my dreams, it's a big huge door with a yellow sticky-note on it that says "Brittney's Heart: enter at your own risk"... So I'm come'n home with a big ass sledge hammer and Jess's help... I'm knock'n that damn door down.  If only i had a key though...

who dat? immigration biatch!!!

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