August 2010
13 posts
I carried a knife in my pocketbook—
my husband’s good L.L. Bean hunting knife
I wasn’t sure if I should slash a tire
or scrape the guts out of some dream
- parties
- me: where do i get a pinata?
- ben: mexico i think
- me: ohh. ok
- ben: did you promise a pinata without having one?
- me: whats the deal with paper mache?
- ben: make one is decent. just get newspapers and flour and find a recipe online. then. you can like make one thats a cast of a stuffed animal or a human
- me: ok. i should get someone else to do it for me. people think im cool now so they want to help me just kidding
- ben: i dont know you anymore
- me: because im happy and cool. im basically a different person
- me: dont worry i still have anxiety! still the same ol G
- ben: pheewww
- work
- me: you're not changing the ending
- ben: im almost done
- ben: no i wont
- ben: obviously
- ben: im not making any changes
- ben: dont worry
- me: you better not send me back something marked to oblivion i will flip out
- ben: no biggies at all
- ben: hahaha
- ben: no
- ben: theres nothing
- ben: dont worry
- ben: well mine wont be marked
- ben: cause its all accepted or rejected
- me: ok good
- ben: here
- ben: its done
- ben: i only made two small things myself
- ben: one is that i changed it from the bike continuing on its own to the bike continues on its own
- ben: it makes more sense i think
- ben: the other is
- ben: i put you way up there somewhere by the sun
- ben: i kind of merged my phrasing with yours
- ben: see if you like it
- me: ok. send it
- ben: k
- ben: oh shit
- ben: i forgot one thing
- me: yes?
- ben: i forgot to write a reaction sentence you wanted. okok
- me: it was only a suggestion
- ben: but i think its valid
- me: i gotta go ben
- ben: is it cheesy to use the word remember?
- ben: ok
- me: no its not
- ben: ok
- ben: seee ya
- me: send it when you're done ok
- ben: ok
- me: ok good night
- feelings
- me: crying isn't sentimental i dont think
- me: its honest. complaining can be sentimental. or talking about pain without ever feeling it
- me: but crying is not always so easy
- ben: mmm. when i wrote the someday i thought of your eyes tearing up
- ben: i admit
- me: oh man
- ben: i gotta go to sleep
- ben: this is getting too gay for me
- me: that hurts
- ben: just kidding
- me: i was about to get gayer
Radio Killa
My publisher loves when I do this
It’s the R and B gorilla
Call the radio right now
The-Dream done put it down again
Dream done put it down again
Radio Killa
Everytime you bring you a** around
I put it down
Cupid ain’t got sh** on me
Loading up my arrow, cocking back your bow
Cupid ain’t got sh** on me
No, no, no
She said all these ni**as be poppin’ that bullsh**
But I be in it like a preacher in a pulpit
It ain’t they fault cause I’m sure that they mean you well
But everytime they fail she runs right back to Mr. Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mr. Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come back to Mr. Yeah
Come here lil’baby, let me do, do that body like it ought to be done
And how could somebody mistreat a body that’s hotter than one hundred suns
You deserve a better man and I got the better plan
Cupid ain’t got sh** on me
I’m harder than Superman, I bounce back like a rubber band
These ni**as ain’t got sh** on me, you know it
See all these ni**as be poppin’ that bullsh**
But I been in it like a pitcher in a bull pit
It ain’t they fault cause I know they mean you well
Everytime you fail, she rights right back to Mr. Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me here you say, eh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me here you say, eh
Kissin’ on my ella
Loving on my ella
Huggin’ on my ella
Rubbin on my ella
Feelin’ on my ella
Chillin’ with my ella
There’s nothing you can tell her
I’m always kissin’ on my ella
Loving on my ella
nothing you can tell her
I’m Mr. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh yeah