I love stuff like this

I took the train home today and saw the following..   I know its not my normal type of blog post but I thought I'd share nonetheless

Racial Identity

I'm brown.  If you read this blog you know I am and I peacock that fact.

You also know I'm not really prone to care about ethnicity.

My bestfriends are an Islander, a WelshBob, and a Latina.

I also want to crush all kinds of ethnic vagina, so honestly, who cares?

My mum is so white she cant pronounce my name correctly.  With her thick German accent and her awesome cooking.

My dad is so Afro-Cubano he scared most people into crossing the other side of the street when he walked down a sidewalk.

Fuck you, if you think it matters.

Bob Marley was also bi-racial.

Enuff said.

Stir it up.  I am in good company.

Apathy vs Content

I had an idea today to list, in this blog, every friend I could remember since birth.

I did a similar list once, but with vagina.  I hit my max of 23.  (i crush mad vagina)

With friends its a bit different.

I'm a really charming chap so I got to about 4th grade and then threw my hands up.

Fuck this shit.  I've had a lot of friends in my life.


I gave up said reflection.

Who cares anyways?  I have Kina and Bob and those few others... they know who they are..

My Apathy for this is valid.


I have all the friends i'll ever need.

OCD

I've never been shy, yet lately I have been.


Case in point, I met the love of my life at the train station earlier today.

Mind you, she has no idea I exist.

She's a short latina bitch who was so casual in her appearance it made my dick hard.
(she wore pj pants in public)

I wasn't pervy, ok I was, but still.. I wasnt overt or rude about it.

I just saw my ideal female out in public and I reacted.  Sue me.


-fast forwards to 5 minutes later-

We get on the train and the following ensues...

She picks the seat in front of me to sit on in the train.

I see her.

And because of that, im tortured for the 30 minute ride to my office.

Her shirt.

HER SHIRT

HER SHIRT!!!!!

THAT TAG NEEDS TO BE TUCKED THE FUCK IN!!!!

Oh, the inhumanity.

Segway

What is your excess?

Inhale.

Let's be honest.  We all have them. Orgasms, Chocolate, the best coke, cuddles, or other various contraband. 

Mine are simple.

Family.
Friends.
Work.
Sex.
Watchable Media.

Those 5 simple things are my crack.. my lifeblood. Now don't get me wrong there are a few other excesses trailing closely behind that kiss that top 5 list.  But the 5 I mentioned are my core.
Honestly, sometimes I wish I could push, "significant other" into the top 5 of that list,  but realistically.. I know my core. My self. THIS IS ME.

Exhales.

. 

Inhales.


It's all pseudo-elated
 I-M-V-U propagated..

In all honesty?
     -Non-existant.
          -As of yet...
When it comes to me and how I feel here..
-I'm taking any bets.

Exhales.
Inhales.

I know it can work. 

I've seen it work a few times over
              
But I've also seen it fail.

So like a puppet on a string I keep my faith becuz im lead from above.

Fuck it.

I'll play the "amicable, forgetful" guy, I do it oh so well... but it's a trap.  Believe it or not, I actually pay attention, and i'm not an idiot.

This is likely true and my ego makes me believe it so 

But until I know for fact.

I'll press my ear to the ground.

So I can hear whats underneath.

Exhales.

Breathes.

My Favorite Poem

Check out Etheridge Knight.. he's the jailhouse version of Pablo Neruda