If this is your a first time reading, you will most likely wonder how or what is meaning of this site (refered to as "it"). The Logbook is a complicated narrative lyric. It is an acquired taste. Much like the author's but different. I never know what it will be like. I'm not driving. And that is not a picture of the DLBG in the masthead life like Grand Theft Auto PSP. I'm knee deep in the concrete. Advance from the devil, Lord G.O.D. I need to guidance to be true. Hurricane season.
The site is abstract like a feeling of elation or well-being that is not based on reality and is commonly exaggerated. Euphoria. Your love is what I feel like I'm dieing inside. Its like watching too many movies when the streets are made of quicksand. Its not driven by anything tangible such as my life or what I did yesterday, next week, next year, a process of occasions, events or the like. Its all in the uncomfortable moment, memories, in a Volvo puffing on the lala, say hi to the bad guy. Living this day like the next will never come. On a black river boat ride. I'm good at being uncomfortable, PHP, ASP .NET, MSSQLS, MYSQL, intranets and everything web. What doesn't kill me makes her happy.
Functionality Over Design, Simplicity over art. Try to stay far removed. Back to black. A fail to kiss is a fail to cope. If you try to relate you'll only end up with tunnel vision. Be selfish and narrow minded. Take a step back. Life is predictable like a shadowboxer, in the daylight, half the time. Or a monkey that smiles like a child, born yesterday. It will elicit an emotion from you like a scent that you can perceive by sight. It annoys me too but I can't slow down. Once a week. Its gonna be a bright bueatiful day.
mad bull commented: Well, I feel like I know the girl in the masthead. I'm on the verge of sex. Its kind of tricky, so relieve the burdens dem weh you have wit' you, ah de truth. Face nuh fe bleach out but in de middle of the night my water bed buss! She just looks very familiar. Cook lunch and soda in my thermos. Me wah know her name, its no long argument! My girl, get mad up in here! She come a beg and a bawl and a plead but me naw go eat it. Or is it that I just WANT to know her? [mocking]
She name Sadiki? ... read 10 more
So I was there at the street party. Very early, while they were setting up, I dred leaving somewhere, that I am, to go somewhere else. Infact I either go there early or reach very late. Long before the other people started gathering in front of the wall which we had designated as "our space". Because in general, Jamaican-party-life is either you going to be out there dancing like a maniac, rocking like a chair or watching from a safe distance like a green lizard. I choose the latter because I like green. Pick your spot carefully. Maybe I'll get dragged out, I will act all angry and tired and leave. I can't get angry. You know I only say what I mean which is why I don't drink in great quantities. With nothing else to do but stare at the other women that pass, clear my ears hoping to reduce the ringing induced by the loud speakers. We saw something in each other that niether of us liked.
I was paying ransom to the guys who stole my washing machine. When I thought to myself how one person can come into your life and steal the one thing a cleans your cloths. Then I called my mom. I never usually talk about my mom very often because she nags me. Her world and my world are very parallel, yet very different. I love her for it. I need people to nag me. Mainly because she isn't in the same country as I am. I've made the mistake, yet again, for the first time. Heaven forbid I mention a woman to my mom, the heavens would open, the earth would shake and hail would rain down on me with the nagging. You should ever hear the marriage tips she bestows me, straight out of the 1970s.
I've been really, really busy and staying out really really late at nights like bat-man without the cave and the cool bullet-proof car. See the light on your face, let it shine, let it shine. Being more annoyed than I've ever being - I have never slept so well in my entire life. I could flip out any moment for the lack of sleep like a ninja monkey. Lost, but still I haven't been to the supermarket in weeks. I living off leftovers and take-out. Never call me at night, your not going to get me. I need to fall from grace. zerging.
I feel like I haven't written in weeks. My state of randomness has settled to stream of consistency like a very salty river on a perfectly horizontal plain below the gravity of a small square planet at the singularity. I am living too much in the present. Help me out of the state I'm in. I know I'm not a hopeless case. I wish I was the Hero that never sleeps. Its a beautiful day. Girl you better have fun no matter what you do. Loving in style.
Its been 3 weeks of utter torture since my birthday. The best days of my life. I ordered the wrong thing from the Chinese lady. I thought it was Chow Mien but instead it turned about to be Mala Chicken. My tongue still hurts from the lack of sweet, sweet, sweetness. But instead of leaving that girl alone, I punish my self. I'm good at being uncomfortable. Spending late nights out, instead of sleeping, working, having nothing to do or doing what I've always done. Its all been done before. Its only a matter of time. I'm tired and bored. Multi-tasking. Calculus 2.
The Chemist in one of her moments of disparity said that should the case arise that she should turn 35 and unmarried then we should mix genes. Maybe the fumes where getting to her as it has many a woman. If it makes you happy it can't be that bad. So I asked her why not sooner. She said I should sow my wild oats. You can't tell when a person my be in a puddle on the floor in front of you. When sooner or later is over. Who is to tell what sort of person I may be in 10 years or worst yet how crazy she will be. Law of diminishing returns. The power of wanting you near. Seize the moment.
Simplenigma commented: People who set goals like that really annoy me...
By the time she's 35:
- she could have a lazy ovary...or none at all
- you could have lazy sperm...or none at all
- one of you could realize that being unmarried at 35 is *gasp* not a big deal...
Ah, the possibilities are endless. ... read 4 more
The tenant tried to lecture me about paying the utility bills on time. Really you need to leave me alone. For one if you can't live without light, water and telephone for a couple a days every month then you clear have no life. Its not my fault they charge people for these things something something, path to righteousness something something, I forgot the quote. Your acting like a crazy mother of three.
A really funny thing happened last week. Goes to show that the more you know a person, they never cease to find new ways to annoy you in your daily life. Like the world was coming to an end. I always said the best is yet to come. Makes you wonder why people do the things they do. What inherent pleasure they get out of going all the way to another side of the island just to drink liquor that they can get at the dirty supermarket around the corner. Music they can hear at the local bar/party/cellphone. Maybe the journey has something to do with it. I never liked travelling long distances, for any reason, its rather unsettling. Hard to remember your way back to reality. A mess I don't want to clean up. No matter how much you avoid the crazy people they always draw you back out of your shell unto a downward slope. Islands and such. Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love.
I was asked on my birthday about what I look forward to and what it is I want. This is a tricky question. The only answer I could come up with ( off the top of head without lying on thursdays) was that I wanted to be happy. Kill me with love. Cause I already have everything I need. Maybe I live too much in the moment, I'll never as happy as I am right at this very moment as I'm typing on this keyboard eating rum cake and drinking white sparkling wine. Of course my wants may change over time, I may want to be less annoyed, ugly kids, people that don't suck the life out of me and a monkey. A rabid monkey. But all that I need is right here with me. Makes no sense wasting our time now, worrying about being happy later.
Tami commented: Indeed it costs too much to love. You save a lot more when you are single, unless you are courting. You dont have to think twice about buying 2 of everything. Life gives people who dont deserve it - great love and people who do need it, spend a lifetime searching for it. As soon as they find it, something ad happens. Life gives it to us in the ass without lube. [upset] ... read 10 more
Along the way some where there is a line that is called crossing the border and jumping over into dirty sex. But where is it? I don't know. I think everybody has a different line. So then if one person does one thing and its normal and another person does it and it's dirty. Then there is no dirty sex or is there? Well I don't know, if I start having it then I will let you know. You know what they say about people who like to talk about sex.
Porn is an art, there is alot of thought put into it. Yeah right. Why does the porn industry without even trying, make such huge margins? Why does a dirty DVD cost twice the amount of a regular one? Simply because you all sneak and watch it at home.
Where is your line? At what point does it become dirty?
