My former crush has a new job now, won’t come back ’round today. Happy, then sappy, not gladly but madly feeling some type of way. One chance to throw my first love in his face has spiraled down the drain. One shot to flaunt my first love in his face may as well been in vain. ~ Karma could […]Read more "– karma, big and bad –"
The other day, I reached for my handy dandy note- book – ironically, Blue was the color. It was a necessity to get my thoughts off the hook, and hopefully, I would uncover… what a real mate for my crush would look like, all the details and dimensions that one needs to provide. Is it anywhere damn […]Read more "– the list –"
Santa Monica Boulevard houses such unearthly men. Muscles, music, and mojitos, see the mild yet mad mayhem. This is only one shot of your reel, man, and I’m sure you’re looking for a real man, so forgive me if I can’t seem to deal, man; self-esteem is such a drag. Santa Monica Boulevard houses such ungodly sin. See […]Read more "– weho –"
If… there were ev-er words… to piss you off… here they come. My cu… riosity is pounding, pulsating, beating like a tribal drum. I see the throwback pics, galas and luscious trips, and the love between you two. So please ex- cuse my rude, my lack for keeping cool, but I have to ask of […]Read more "– el jefe –"
Looking at these profile photographs, the ghosts of your peers and coworkers past, and let’s not forget the ones that mean most, the family and friends that your whole heart hosts. Then, there is me being nosy again; I’m stalking your social although we’re not friends. I’m just a follower… but I’ll follow wherever you’ll go. […]Read more "– about 1,200 or so facebook friends –"
Let your dimples dis-tract-me… before I fall into the deep. Let your smile at-tract-me… when this wicked world makes me weep. You see, I need a kind face, who will give me just a taste of some kind of grandeur, kind of grace, a soul no evil could ever take. Let your dimples dis-tract-me… before […]Read more "– dimples –"
Un- til I meet somebody new… un- til a new face strolls down the lane, I won’t kill my daydream of you… for do you know that you are not the same? Your glasses and freckles and dark curly hair, your freedom to love and faint savoir-faire – why are you so damn incom- parable? […]Read more "– incomparable –"