dear mad black woman diary,
oh and i get that allot too, i thought it was because i used my girlfriends picture on facelift- she's black- i wish i was black- then my mouth wouldn't be so obviously out of character- and i would have cool hair. folks think i am a man too, i get that about every other day- "living in my parents basement," usually those comments will come after i write about my sewing machine. i think it is hilarious tho, how people think they can know someone by a post on craigland- and the truth is- if they would quit trying to read in between the lines that aren't there- they could. cuz i just write what im thinking- but you cant tell 'em that. there has to be something more, has to be. but there isn't, usually. i haven't even begun to run my mouth and fingers about the shit that's happened to me in my life- fuck- just the shit that's happened in the last 13 months- really- and what brought my dumb stupid ass to that- well that was until the goat interjected his wise words of wisdom that one lovely day. but that- to be expected. i'd given up on him a long time ago anyway. i have had so many reasons i could have turned bitter and foul- but what good would that do? make my time here long and drug out. id rather spend my time happy- and make others laugh as well- and learn from all the crap ive been through- AND NOT HAVE CONTACT AND STILL PUT THEM THROUGH HELL. amen
oh and i get that allot too, i thought it was because i used my girlfriends picture on facelift- she's black- i wish i was black- then my mouth wouldn't be so obviously out of character- and i would have cool hair. folks think i am a man too, i get that about every other day- "living in my parents basement," usually those comments will come after i write about my sewing machine. i think it is hilarious tho, how people think they can know someone by a post on craigland- and the truth is- if they would quit trying to read in between the lines that aren't there- they could. cuz i just write what im thinking- but you cant tell 'em that. there has to be something more, has to be. but there isn't, usually. i haven't even begun to run my mouth and fingers about the shit that's happened to me in my life- fuck- just the shit that's happened in the last 13 months- really- and what brought my dumb stupid ass to that- well that was until the goat interjected his wise words of wisdom that one lovely day. but that- to be expected. i'd given up on him a long time ago anyway. i have had so many reasons i could have turned bitter and foul- but what good would that do? make my time here long and drug out. id rather spend my time happy- and make others laugh as well- and learn from all the crap ive been through- AND NOT HAVE CONTACT AND STILL PUT THEM THROUGH HELL. amen
