Blood

It doesn't matter.
Every Month
Feels the same physically
Emotions vary

one month I'm happy
Too happy. I explode with thrilling smiles

Another I cry. Shed tears like hairs everyday
When I see an old man buy an iPod for his wife.

A month later I'm yelling at you
For eating too loudly
you don't want to be around me
I'm lousy

Then again 30 days pass
I have no energy
And you could be getting married
And my mom could die.
I wouldn't care until 7 days later.

The blood stops and I am back to normal.

I would rather have a penis.

A story

FIrst a quick little blurb about what happened to me today. My brother and I went into Barnes and Noble today and read the start of a book together. It was a really awesome book btw. As we were leaving, my brother wanted to talk to the nook salesman because that was his old job. So he talked away and this kid came along and was playing on one of the nooks. He was an obnoxious kid talking about zelda, manga and then witnessing to us a little bit about Judah the Lion who is Jesus. (I didn't know that; funny how I knew about aslan though) Anyway, as we were leaving to make a phone call to mortgage guy, Kent, we bade farewell to our little 8 year old friend. He waved to my brother, but when he said goodbye to me, he took me by the hand and kissed it saying, "Farewell fond maiden." That made my day.  I want to cry at how special that simple act made me feel. Maybe because it was coming from someone so innocent or Maybe he does that to every girl that he meets, I don't know, but what I do know is that small act was so important to me.  That takes so much courage.

I want to write a story, but it seems like the only stories that I can come up with are love stories; they are all I can think about. Those fantasies of love that gather in my head but have no real place in reality. Like movies. All of the love stories seem so untrue. I guess that is why they are media. The bible is media, but tons and tons of people believe in Christ. The Koran is media, but tons of people believe in that. I don't know. I wish that more people would believe in love stories. Then they would have the same disappoint in believing in a faith I guess. It's all a delusion. I like living in the now and what is happening in front of my face by making choices. This is what I believe, but it is so hard for to forget all of my fantasies. I really can create my own love story if I so choose. That can happen with any guy really, but then when it becomes a reality I find out that he does not suit my fantasy. Oh it is a twisted conundrum. One that I think I enjoy living daily.

My story was forgotten in thought.

Barbie

I saw barbie today
Real life
Huge tits
Nice ass
Beautiful eyes
I saw barbie as it should be in a Picture

She's got this boyfriend Ken
A beef cake. The kind of man you want to bite into purposefully playful.
And Many jobs; I didn't know she was so talented
Graduating from vet school, and technical school and then also having a trust fund.
She's has all the latest tights, striped jackets, polka dot pullovers
Shoes... She walks miles, new pair each step.

Thing is.
She's in a box.