I spent most of saturday afternoon chatting with the local runway model on my veranda. A veranda which was dirty from rains of the previous week. I had not the chance to clean it. She promptly forced herself onto my to-do list. A list which I was already busily procrastinating over. She woke me up the second time from my mid-afternoon nap slash thinking time. We talked about life and random model stuff. She sat there talking, tall, dark with short nappy like sonic the hedgehog except not blue. She was bored at home. She had come over the previous week to she my nephew and check her email. Since he is not here I guess I got added to her short list of friends. Whom am I to refuse?
I tried my best to entertain her with whatever wit I could harness from the depths of my sole. I'm a good listener. We talked about her insecurities, aging, love, sex, trust, children, flat stomachs, her big goggly eyes and her sexy boobs. She is really proud of her breasts in a highly self-critical a way, like most self conscious model types. Breasts which hang from her chest like they were the source of life itself on a string, in ten dimensional space. Her defining feature, an arms length away, resting in her lose blouse, resting quietly. She dreams of traveling, likes caring for the elderly and would do anything for a man she truly loves. I wanted the rain to fall but it had seemed that she had chased the rain away. I sat there reiterating, trying to get under her skin, make the best of the time before her cellphone would ring again.
I seized the opportunity to run my hands through her hair, and held it firmly, dragging her head gently forward while she was about to leave, she wanted me to smell it but I refused - I just wanted to be playful - the hair was a safe bet. The chinese food was calling me. I was really hungry. The conversation had pretty much run down to a near standstill, plus I was really hungry. She doesn't cook either so she understood why I buy chicken fry rice, religiously every saturday like a monk. She is too much for me to handle maybe gods will favor me next week.
Mad Bull commented: How do you know she was too much? Sometimes we shortchange ourselves... You know, I have a bredrin who came home one day to find his sister's friend (she did well hot too) and she was alone in his house. After chatting with him for awhile, she took off her top (she didn't have on a bra), she lay down on the bed and she asked him to give her a massage and because he low-rated himself, he never "tapped that ass!". Still hasn't, in fact. No, the rude bwoy gave her a massage and that was it! He didn't even try anything! Crazy mofo! If that was me, well, is either I would have gotten a RA$$ box or I would have gotten some hot punaany, but I know I would have gotten something that day! Don't be like my friend... be like me. Go for it! ... read 5 more
Gods Child answered: there is no limit. The longer I live the more I see that what I used to think was impossible, is now child's play! ... read 3 more
I remember a place, a neighborhood like many other neighborhoods, a house like a lot of other houses. And until this day I look back and wonder. Its been a wild and crazy week not that I hate the desert but it really dry and immense like an endless sea of sand dunes. Many classes missed projects unfinished. I've probably gotten less sleep this week than at any other point in my life and yet still oracle is still giving me errors.
Ever since last week my energy saving bulbs have stared freaking out - I'm not sure, I think its the moisture it air. Its different and yet similar at the same time. It doesn't really matter either way. When I get into super geek mode I hook up my ibook laptop to another 17 inch monitor so that I can multi-task more efficiently with and extended desktop. For some odd reason though the corner in which my computer is situated gets really hot, because there are no windows. Hence, all the fans in the laptop start spinning.
Obviously the hurricane is going in a northerly direction. We should start suing weather forecasters for the really nice guess work they did on Ernesto - thanx guys. I had not seen a worst prediction of the weather since that move called "Twister". Ernesto was also far too gay of a name either way. So the supermarkets were pretty happy over the weekend again for the nil hurricane. Last I heard they referred to it as a "cyclone". I mean really "cyclone"? So as of now my forecast is that the big round cloud which is over the sea will continue raining down on Haiti. What is the news on Haiti? does anybody live there? Do they have the bomb? its like North Korea Why doesn't anybody talk about that place? Anyhow, the forecast on Ernesto is that it will weaken, then strengthen and hit the coast of Florida by Friday. Thats the weather for now.
Skillz answered: Any colour will do except the one's who too green with envy and jealousy, want to see the green in your pocket, or just too rede yeye. ... read 10 more
