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Jan 25 09

Are you sleeping?

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMbgZWkFQco

Cick on this link to listen to The Death of Girl Number Two by Say Hi to Your Mom. The following story was inspired by this song and is part of series of stories all inspired by a mixtape somebody made for a friend of mine.

Anthony had always had trouble sleeping. He probably would sleep two hours a night at most. Which was good because he was in medical school and most everybody else was overwhelmed with work. But he had an extra six to eight hours a night so even with all his school work he still had an astronomical amount of hobbies. He said you had to have some hobbies to avoid going insane if you don’t sleep all that much… He would draw, put puzzles together, organize his baseball cards, knit, anything you can think of he had done a little bit of. He was pretty good at most everything he tried.

Lately, he had gotten into the habit of drawing me while I slept. I would wake up with no covers on me. Anthony would pull them off so he could see me better. It was kind of cool to think that he spent the whole night watching over me. But the thing I didn’t like about it is after a while the drawings didn’t match me exactly. At first it was just little things like he would change the eye color, or make the breasts a little bigger or smaller. Then he started drawing me when I was nineteen, and then like thirty five, one time he drew me as a sixty five year old women, and I was okay with that because it was me. But after a while, I didn’t feel like he was drawing me anymore, he would pick things that he knew I was insecure about and either exaggerate them, or make them perfect.

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Jan 18 09

This is my song ya’ll don’t no shit about this song cause its’ mine

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http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1b8oy_the-go-team-ladyflash_music

Cick on this link to listen to Lady Flash by The Go! Team. The following story was inspired by this song and is part of series of stories all inspired by a mixtape somebody made for a friend of mine.

Are we dead yet.

Not yet.

Are you sure? I feel too good to be alive.

Anthony smiled and said hurry up. This is the men’s room. I am not a man. That’s why he said that. We were in the men’s room and I am not a man. So technically I don’t belong here. I splashed water on my face and looked at Anthony. He wasn’t in a hurry. He wasn’t the hurrying type. He just liked to give me a hard time every once in a while. I wanted him to give me a kiss. He would if I asked him to. But I didn’t want to ask him too. I crinkled my nose at the mirror and we walked back out into the party.

His buddy Tom was standing in the middle of a small group of girls. He had on a pair of brown dress pants. The kind an old man would wear and a black hooded sweatshirt He had one of their cell phones in his hand and he was pretending like he didn’t know how to use it. They were smiling. He tried to put it in his mouth and they all tried to stop him. eight little hands trying to keep the phone out of his mouth. They weren’t trying that hard though. He was a good looking guy. They were happy to be holding on to him. He kept it up for like thirty seconds to long though and a couple of them got scared he wasn’t joking around. Finally, he let go and smiled like a dog with a dead bird in its mouth. He had scared the better looking girls away but the less attractive ones stayed. One let him take some other stuff out of her purse. Now he was holding a digital camera. He looked at it for a minute and then tried to put it in his mouth. She grabbed at the camera. He really fought hard against her until finally she pulled the camera away. She hurried away. He was left all alone. He smiled anyway.

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Jan 3 09

Turn off the strobe light I think I

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Saints and angels surround me.

When they smile and show their teeth

I can see their wings.

Shut your eyes, and close the windows

During a kiss or a sneeze

God Bless you

Lord I believe

It all starts with the best intentions and ends up in degrees

This love is melting me right down to my knees

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Dec 22 08

Things somebody said and now i’m repeating them

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This girl came up to me and she asked me what that was on my lip. I said a cold sore. She said no, on your upper lip. I said oh that. that’s my mustache. She said I like your mustache very much. I said i know.

If you really want to win an ugly Christmas sweater contest rub poop on your sweater. It would be the equivalent of dropping a nuclear bomb. You would win but at what costs to society.

When you tell a girl she looks like she makes home made bread. She isnt going to think you are telling her she looks like a wholesome girl who would bake some bread for her family. She thinks you are implying she has a yeast infection.

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Dec 13 08

Dinner party

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Every once in a blue moon I would do some coke. It made me feel really accessible. I wouldn’t do it all the time but every once in a while. I liked to do it Unfortunately, whenever I did it made me have to take a shit. and taking a shit when your all coked up is very frustrating because you don’t want to waist your high sitting on the toilet. So you try and rush and you wind up wiping your ass for like fifteen minutes. Cause you were too impatient to just take a normal shit
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Nov 14 08

Girl, you’re my big Z

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A couple in their late twenties is sitting in a restaurant eating a sampler platter. Mozzarella sticks chicken fingers, things of that nature. The guy is wearing jeans and a browns jersey. The girl is dressed in jeans and a going out shirt.

Man: “Alright, this is what you don’t understand. I love you. I want to make this work. But you got to let me be LeBron.”

Women: “What?”

Man: “It’s a metaphor for our relationship; you got to let me be LeBron. You’re big Z and I’m Lebron. Big Z is essential to the team’s success. He does a lot of great things.  He is a good free throw shooter. He can get offense rebounds. He has great range for a big man. But when the game’s on the line, LeBron gets the ball.”

Women: “You think I look like Zydrunas Ilgauskas?”

Man: “No, you don’t look anything like Big Z. You are real sexy. You got a nice body. And your face is pretty. Your hair smells nice. Your head is a little big but besides that you don’t look anything like Z. It’s a metaphor. I am trying to find a way to explain our complex relationship in simpler terms.”

Women: “This is stupid.”

Man: “It’s not stupid.  In fact, you’re stupid.”

Women: “you are so mean to me?”

Man: “You’re not stupid. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. Let me try it again. If our relationship was a professional basketball team, it would be the Cavs, and on that team I would be LeBron James and you would be big Z. LeBron loves and appreciates big Z and knows that the team is better off with Z. Sometimes when Z is shooting free throws he can’t believe how lucky he is to be with Z. (the girl reaches for a mozzarella stick. The guy slaps her hand.) Hey you listening?

Women: Yeah, I can listen and eat.

Man: What if you burn your mouth while you’re eating that mozzarella stick. You’re gonna miss something important. And then I will have to repeat myself.

Women: but I’m hungry and it’s hard to concentrate when you’re hungry

Men: alright well then you can eat the loaded nachos. You probably won’t burn your mouth eating those. But look at me while you’re eating them. Don’t get preoccupied with finding the nachos with the most stuff on them. Alright.

Women: Okay

Man; So anyway When Z was a free agent people where saying let him go there are better centers out there. Z is slow, and he doesn’t play great defense, and he never shuts up when him and LeBron are watching TV and when LeBron went to Blockbuster to rent a DVD there was another center there that he went to high school with and the center gave LeBron her phone number and said call her and then that centers cell phone rang and her ring tone was Lollipop by Lil’ Wayne so you know she doesn’t mind doing something. But LeBron didn’t care. He said I don’t care about all those other centers or their ring tones.  I want Z. I am committed to Z. And Z appreciated that, and even though maybe Z could have gone somewhere else and made a little more money and had better individual numbers he knew if stayed with LeBron he would have the best chance to win a championship.” Alright you can eat a mozzarella stick and think about what I just said. Then come up with a couple questions. So I know you were paying attention.

The women reaches for mozz stick and dips it in the marinara. The guy grabs some loaded nachos and a chicken finger

Women: “What about the other players on the Cavs? Who is Boobie Gibson in our relationship?”

Man: “Nobody’s Boobie Gibson in our relationship. Why do you care about Boobie Gibson? You think he’s cute? You want to make out with him? Forget Boobie Gibson. He is not even gonna start this year.”

Women: “I was just trying to understand the metaphor better.”

Man: “Bullshit. Why didn’t you ask, who Delonte West was in our relationship? Do you think about Boobie Gibson winning the three point contest when we’re having sex? Does the fact that he set a record with eleven threes in the Rookie/Sophomore Game turn you on?”

Women: “No I was just trying to understand. I’m a little lost.”

The man reaches and dumps all the dipping sauces into his drink glass.

Women: Why did you do that?

Man: “ Because I’m friggin tired of all this Boobie Gibson talk. You think Boobie Gibson would take you out for a nice appetizer sampler. Let me tell you what he wouldn’t. All he would want to do is hit threes in your face.

Women: “I’ve never mentioned him before; I’m just trying to understand it better. Can you try one more time?”

Man: “Okay. Bottom line- you try and be Kobe too much. Telling me what to do. How to act. What to wear. You’re always trying to be the boss. Kobe and LeBron can’t coexist over the long haul. They may play great in the Olympics but over a whole season and a career, it wouldn’t work.  LeBron wants and needs Z. He doesn’t want Kobe. You see what I’m saying.  I want you to be my Z. Will you be my Z?”

Women: “I’ll try and be your Z.”

Man: “I’m not asking you to try. Will you or won’t you be my Z?”

Women: “I’m going to be your Z.”

Nov 11 08

call waiting

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It really is hard to be a human being. I mean the human being you want to be. That’s why I think Mother Theresa was such a great saint. Because she had to live so long. She had to do the right thing for years and years and years. I bet some days she wished someone would come and martyr her because then she wouldn’t have to feel like she was letting God down. I mean I don’t know for certain if she felt like she was letting God down or not. But I think I heard that in some of her diary’s she wrote she wasn’t sure if God loved her or not. and why else would she feel like that if she didn’t feel like a failure from time to time. I just hope I die during one of the weeks when I’ve given up masturbating and I am riding high. And not in one of the weeks when I have lost my focus and gone on a bit of a bender.

I guess I have to hope I live another week.
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Nov 11 08

ugly as ever

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Friday, March 4

“You look like my cousin.”

“That’s your line? You look like my cousin? That is a very weak line.”

“You should take that as a compliment. I’ve always been very attracted to my cousin.”

She smiled and said, “That is gross.”

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