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Monday, October 03, 2011
"Dude, do you remember Sasha from the Park?" Even with a newly lit cigarette barely dangling on his pursed lips, Jack seems can not shut his whore mouth. The stick wiggles on his lips, and the burning amber at the end of it kinda looks like a tiny person is having a solo rave party on his face.
"Doesn't ring a bell 'cause unlike you I don't associate with Russian hookers." You're not even trying. The dim atmosphere makes everything hazy.

"Hey fuck you man. It's Sasha, the girl we met in the club the other day."

"Ah the big tits girl. Yeah what about her?" Yeah how can you forget about her. She has the prettiest rack you've ever seen in your entire life. Her boobs are not grotesquely huge, but on her skinny body, they definitely stood up like a mega spotlight on shiny new truck. Despite her awesome melons grabbing all attention, somehow you vividly remember her face. She's definitely pretty. Like high school sweetheart pretty. You know when you see someone, you just know that they're sluts? Well Sasha ain't like that. She has a laid back yet cool vibe around her. Even with the grace of her gorgeousness, you feel at ease around her. You don't even have to impress her with you game, because she just make you feel that comfortable.

Too bad she was with her protective and loud bunch of annoying hyenas. You simply refused to deal with those banshees and let this perfect little specimen slipped through your fingers.

"Well I hear she died two days ago" his hands are busy shuffling a deck of cards. "Road accident." Jack offers a detail before you are relieved from your initial shock.

to be continued because i'm lazy


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You shift through all your old photographs. The box marked Jan 2011 tumbles down your skinny naked legs as you scoop the universe and everything in it with your trembling lithe hands. It is an occasion that deserves a dramatic free flowing tears, and yet you feel numb, as if by the grace of God, you are shielded from the shattering pain that you're suppose to feel. But indeed, your heart is breaking into thousands and thousand of pieces. As if the lattices of atom failed to hold their position and the destructive nature of contagious domino effect take place in every direction and reverse.
You are trying to get at least one reason to hold on your hope. One tiny speck of reason that the man you love deserves another try in your heart. Between his smile and his eyes; and by the way he makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the world and his special ability to lit up your world in a single nanosecond, he seems perfect. But he has a flaw that he miserably failed to hide. Motherfucker is lying.

It's true that what you don't know, won't hurt you. And once you get to the ugly truth, man doesn't it shatter your shiny little bubble? Suddenly you're enveloped by layers upon layers of shame. You curse to the high heaven on the lack of way to easily wipe unwanted memories off your pretty little dumb head.

Maybe you deserve it. It's your karma. You found out that he dumped his fat old hag for you. But instead of feeling sad for the poor little fat girl, you feel good about yourself. Yeah, you're a hot shit and he definitely has a good taste. He flaunt you like you're made of Prada, and bitches and hoes were mad jealous at your luck.

Now you need a new game plan. You will cut all connection with him, and he definitely deserves no goodbye nor explanation from you. You will be better, and fuck guys with big cock and even bigger money. You need to get your slut on. Sorry you're not sorry.


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Every Man For Himself

“Count your smiles instead of your tears; Count your courage instead of your fears.”

~ Unknown

“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

~ Maya Angelou

“The secret of Happiness is Freedom, and the secret of Freedom, Courage.”

~ Thucydides

“Everything becomes a little bit different as soon as it is spoken out loud”

~ Hermann Hesse

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