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If Your Really Knew Me

If you really knew me, you'd know:
- I have been acting out of character for a week
- I have been ignoring my phone, this blog and my journal
- That I am really obsessed with the bitch rappers this time around
- I am giving up the project boyfriend I was so desperate to save
- I still laugh, really hard, several times a day
- That I am thankful for my friends. Their words of encouragement, support and moreover, their ability to respect my decisions and not try to impose themselves into my affairs.
- I am loving the weather lately, and am thinking of planning an end of winter escape
-That this isn't the last you have heard of me, I will return to planet earth after I learn to act civilized.

Nicki's rap in monster

Turn up in the water
Courtney love’s daughter
With a bad tan that came from a botta
Jersey shore’s princess, crumble like ciabatta
You could have your crown bitch but watch this Queen conquer

Ok first things first I’ll jack my rack
Then I’mma start taking men from the back
Cause that’s what a muthafucking hooker do
Rail Runnin’ in the club, thats what cokewhore do
A seven inch stiletto,that’s the prostitute’s shoe
Now you’re on the roster you and you’re crew
And I’m all up all up all up in your face the cock breath stank
And if I’m real I aint notice cause my body aint
So let me get this straight wait I’m the rookie
But my best features and my guns be ten times your pay
Over 3 k each yea i’ll flash them out
Yeah my tittie’s so big that a hiker’s gotta climb it
I’m damper than a Eurpoean climate, i’ll find it
Stroke it, suck it fondle tease and dine it
Add your tip to my slip before your sign it
It’s funny that head office be so one-track minded
But really really we don’t give a F-U-C-K
Forget chinooki fuck stripper barbie she’s fake
She’s on a diet but real girls be eating cheese cake
And obviously taking 3 guys ballsdeep is Child’s play
Just swallowed several loads it’s a mild day
Besides ‘hey they just end up inside me
I think me, you and lance should menage friday
Fake tan fake hair give em whip lash
I flash tit flash gash make em leave cash
Now look at what you just saw this is what men go for
Aaahhhh, I’m an over-rated cokewhore!

yawn.

Another sleepless night, it seems I have had my share of them lately. 2011... A fresh start, a second chance and another year to discover more and more about myself and the people in my life. The closer I get to my true self the more confident I feel about things to come. I have been doing a lot of reading lately, and am starting to wonder what caused me to abandon that hobby for so long.

I laid in bed for an hour tonight, tossing and turning. I must have fallen asleep for only minutes before the usual onset of nightmares began. This time, he was there again. He, who shall remain nameless as he remains faceless in the slumber ending hauntings. I woke up nervous and sweating. The nightmares have become a staple over the past few months, and I have recently started to ponder if there is a message I am missing.

Over a cup of chamomile tea I vascilated; ever fixated on the art of the possible.