Monday, April 22, 2013

40 years in the desert.

I love being able to say I had a good day because I accomplished greatness. 

Is that selfish?

Does that mean I am speaking of myself?  I know I do it a lot.  I brag and thats horrid.. I know I should stop it but I am a special kind of awesome and people need to know.

See, there I go again.

Let's shelve that and speak on people I love instead.

My rock aka my mommy. 

She dotes and is incredibly good at it. 

Annoyingly so.

Kina my bestfriend whom knows more about me than anyone.

I want to hug her.

Bob whom is fated to accept my seed.

The monster and max.

Max standing up before meeting his first birthday.

Mia saying sorry in the cutest form EVER and getting away with murder when she fucks up.

See here I was about to talk about the most important people in my life and all I could think of was the staccato form of my writing.

What kind of narcissist am I?

Can narcissim be limited to pen on paper?  I don't know.. i love my friends and family.. as does my checking account, but good lord.  It's all about me, me, me.. isn't it?

I am there for my friends. I am good at that. I would bleed or die for them yet my focus in inner thought tends to be limited to my trials and tribulations.

HAHAHAHA.. like im fucking Moses.

I am not.

I should seek help.

This

is

not

natural.

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