February 15, 2011

extra miles for a while with a broken leg

dear looking at the bottom of my shoe diary,

ever seen a guy who has a shebooty. they're fun to look at- but try wrappin your legs around it. hard core. rosa grabbed my leg the other day and was quick to let go and apologize. i was like. "wtf you sorry for?" and rosa said, "i damn near broke your leg girl," and with that we both just laughed- in part because it was true- and the other part- because- she had touched me. rosa had touched me. on my leg. humm. now, rosa is the woman who stabbed her husband but didn't kill him, and remember i was scared of her when we first met some time ago- but now i just think the world of her- she makes me laugh til i cry- you know. she is the one who has seen the city employee all over town- she knows what his plates are on his van and sends me picture messages of him and his male friend getting gas, i could do without those things- but the prostitute- that's shit i couldn't pass- but anyway- ima go to buffalo wild wings and weldon springs and then come home through clinton.