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boys fucking suck you can get yourself off just as well or better without them no more boys til college or modeling competition in august b/c i hate them right now. just felt like saying that.
oh boys have gotten me into a heap of trouble in the new year. i thought i could date two men at the same time. it backfired one morning after a surprise visit from boy #1 while boy #2 was sleeping in my bed. i had taken boy #1 to mexico 2 days earlier. i told him i was dumping him before we left so i thought i had him sign the waiver so to speak to allow another one in my bedroom. when he came over for a surprise visit he calls me on the phone to tell me he is in front of my house and to come outside. i put on my most concealing jacket as i was butt naked, hung over and just been fucked. he asks me whose car is parked in the driveway. i cannot lie so i tell him it is the boy in my bed. hefreaks out calls me a crap load of names and smashes boy #2's headlights and kicks in the door. when i wake up boy # 2 he was very upset. a couple days later he finds his instant messenger and they have a nasty conversation.
boy # 2 is also a disaster. he still shares a business with his ex girlfriend who i find out he leaves for me. he doesn't live with her , but hasn't really moved out either. one night at the canterbury she finds us follows us out to the car and she and another girl intercept us in our parking place. his ex gets out of the car, he power locks the door, but she has a key. she opens my side with her key grabs me ,scratches me, yells ,beats me up and rips my bag off of me. i was still seated belted in.
the following week i am with boy#2 going to the movies.we see boy#1 and boy#2 runs, i follow. boy #1 is a thug. he follows us until we are cornered at the escalator. finally, i have to say hi to try and look unafraid. boy#2 continues running up to the movies and hides in a bar.i get screamed at , leave and i think it is all over. i find boy #2 in a bar drinking . i sit down and guess who we see outside the bar looking at the movie times. BOY # 1. being a player is not what it is cracked up to be when you are dealing with garbage. today i dumped both of them. hopefully, i will be alive tomorrow. goodluck kitten.
boy # 2 is also a disaster. he still shares a business with his ex girlfriend who i find out he leaves for me. he doesn't live with her , but hasn't really moved out either. one night at the canterbury she finds us follows us out to the car and she and another girl intercept us in our parking place. his ex gets out of the car, he power locks the door, but she has a key. she opens my side with her key grabs me ,scratches me, yells ,beats me up and rips my bag off of me. i was still seated belted in.
the following week i am with boy#2 going to the movies.we see boy#1 and boy#2 runs, i follow. boy #1 is a thug. he follows us until we are cornered at the escalator. finally, i have to say hi to try and look unafraid. boy#2 continues running up to the movies and hides in a bar.i get screamed at , leave and i think it is all over. i find boy #2 in a bar drinking . i sit down and guess who we see outside the bar looking at the movie times. BOY # 1. being a player is not what it is cracked up to be when you are dealing with garbage. today i dumped both of them. hopefully, i will be alive tomorrow. goodluck kitten.
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Seems to me that you didn't get into trouble because you were two timing. You got into trouble because boyfriend #2 didn't stand up to his "ex" or if she was still his current girlfriend, didn't bother to go drinking somewhere out of the way. With regards boyfriend #1 why not call the cops? Get a restraining order for you or boyfriend #2. Failing that hit him with a brick.
Staying with violence I threatened to beat a guy up last week at Dick's on broadway for the terrible crime of jumping the line. The week before that I was walking home from a bar with a friend when eight or nine brothers surrounded us,this guy in front of me kept saying, "Are you banging me man. Are you trying to bang me." Meanwhile a guy behind me threw a beer bottle (it was MGD - I checked the glas the next morning) an luckily it bounced off the top of my head from about six feet away. In the moment when they all tought I was about to crumple to the floor I ran off as fast as thirty years of rugby practice could take me. I thought I left all this shit behind twenty years ago.
Staying with violence I threatened to beat a guy up last week at Dick's on broadway for the terrible crime of jumping the line. The week before that I was walking home from a bar with a friend when eight or nine brothers surrounded us,this guy in front of me kept saying, "Are you banging me man. Are you trying to bang me." Meanwhile a guy behind me threw a beer bottle (it was MGD - I checked the glas the next morning) an luckily it bounced off the top of my head from about six feet away. In the moment when they all tought I was about to crumple to the floor I ran off as fast as thirty years of rugby practice could take me. I thought I left all this shit behind twenty years ago.
ah, the welcome international pax acidus feeling. it's good to know yous have been having troubles as well, because i once again got in a nasty spat two weeks ago.
as a matter of fact i now have this scar on my face that my pal doc val says won't go away. i think i'll post my story and a really gory picture that was taken in a few days, be patient please.
as a matter of fact i now have this scar on my face that my pal doc val says won't go away. i think i'll post my story and a really gory picture that was taken in a few days, be patient please.
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Here is a poem written by Kitten. Pretty good if you ask me. Vain. Personal. And More... reminds me of a female Rimbaud if I do say so...
The only thing you ever gave me one time
Was a syringe.
Nothing for Valentine's
Nothing for favors
Nothing for choking down your fluid.
Oh I swallowed your poison
And only yours
For months on end
Nearly dying a little more each time with disgust.
Only a needle
Politely sterilized
Like the looks we exchange each time we pass
Depending on if you let your eyes meet mine.
If I were you I wouldn't be able to
Knowing I used and stole
And never gave anything back
Knowing that I wanted to be my brother so bad
But never will be
Knowing I smashed someone's serenity like that.
Someday maybe you will learn to appreciate the scars
Deep inside me that you have left behind
Everything I drank
And went through for you
Every moment I defended your illnesses from the laughter of others.
But there is no time to bleed it out
I must keep going through the motions
Like the smoke rise like a ghost
Every morning
Getting colder and bitter
Holding it together holding my mother together
So she will be there when I wake up in the morning
Unlike you.
One day your brother will come back from this war
And you will see
And I will see
That you can never, ever be him.
Because everytime I see your face
Smiling in the sunshine
I look at the Spanish moss in your yard
I wish I could hang myself from it
Drifting eternally in the breeze over water.
- KR Maybank
The only thing you ever gave me one time
Was a syringe.
Nothing for Valentine's
Nothing for favors
Nothing for choking down your fluid.
Oh I swallowed your poison
And only yours
For months on end
Nearly dying a little more each time with disgust.
Only a needle
Politely sterilized
Like the looks we exchange each time we pass
Depending on if you let your eyes meet mine.
If I were you I wouldn't be able to
Knowing I used and stole
And never gave anything back
Knowing that I wanted to be my brother so bad
But never will be
Knowing I smashed someone's serenity like that.
Someday maybe you will learn to appreciate the scars
Deep inside me that you have left behind
Everything I drank
And went through for you
Every moment I defended your illnesses from the laughter of others.
But there is no time to bleed it out
I must keep going through the motions
Like the smoke rise like a ghost
Every morning
Getting colder and bitter
Holding it together holding my mother together
So she will be there when I wake up in the morning
Unlike you.
One day your brother will come back from this war
And you will see
And I will see
That you can never, ever be him.
Because everytime I see your face
Smiling in the sunshine
I look at the Spanish moss in your yard
I wish I could hang myself from it
Drifting eternally in the breeze over water.
- KR Maybank