i was almost an abortion

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

happy bday mr president

so then theres a holiday that everyone looks forward too,
their own birthday.
creating and conceptualizing the ins and outs of making and maintaining a successful party for someone
is not the easiest thing to accomplish.
especially for a faggot.
especially when the faggot is your husband,
and that husband is a bitch.

so, i did what any well equipted and super multi-taskin boy would do.
i went on manhunt, craigslist, barebackrt, and put together a list of guys who i thought would be a successful "gathering" of men
to help blow out my mans candles,.
the requierment:
8 thick inches or more, don't cum for a week.
i met them all one by one, had coffee, let them know i was real.
showed em pics of the bf,
and told them the refreshment list i would be serving.
as the bday boy showered n cleaned out his mind...
they started coming, one by one, man byman.
then, the chaos started, and it ended 2 days later.
happy bday mr ex.
i know i had fun too...

my bday came uponus a few months later.
i think we went to olive garden and had twinkies for cake.
another reason an ex is an ex...


Madonna Holiday Remix Video

everyone deserves a break
even me, who, i didn't think would ever see the break of a new horizon,
let alone a day off without worrying what to do next.
it's sink or swim,
today i jumped into the blue water,
it felt cold,
rushing over me i drank in the warm rays around me and
for just a second,'
forgot who, what where and how i was,
and enjoyed what was there around me.


Under Pressure (Remix)

all the pressure crushing down on me,
seems to now, just be smoke and dust swirling around
causing me to sneeze, cough, and barely breath,
but i can breathe,
just breathe harder.
and so, it feels good.
as i inhale a huge cloud i know that there have been clouds before.
ones that stifled me,
broke me up,
destroyed me.
i won't be destrtoyed again.
this is my last dance,
this is my last chance,
this is myself,
under pressure...

it's been said that God gives you only what he knows you can handle.
oh really now!
as much as i hate to think this is true,
as i kiss Buddy's forehead,
give him a treat,
get licks and kisses back,
i know that we just went through possibly the hardest 2 weeks of our lives,
yet here we are.
at the Day's Inn Motel on Central Ave in Albany, excuse me, Colonie, New York.
it's 4:16 am,
i just slept about 8 hours,
my baby's in bed,
and i'm writing.
seems like nothing has really changed at all.
evil came in,
took over for a bit,
but in the end,
i'm here,
i'm alive,
and i'm doing just fine.