“I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.”—Five Quarters of the Orange, Joanne Harris (via hearconcealed, fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
So, I’m a little hung over, I had a wine bottle explode on me last night which burnt my finger and I’m just sexually frustrated….Happy Memorial Day Weekend! I plan on watching ANTM cycle 13, painting, and continuing my drinking.
You gonna kill? See, I still have this, this male aggression thing and I don’t know if you’re gonna kill me and I don’t care. Enough is enough. Because we were getting twenty gunshots a night and I couldn’t figure out where they were coming from. I went out there and found out everybody was shooting everybody. There’s a lot of stress in that city, in Detroit, as far as stopping crime, if you wanna stop the crime, you better talk to John Nichols because he knows what he was doing. Man, you know how it feels, I feel worse tonight. That man, if I wanted him to listen, get up and go to Beverly and leave me alone, he would do it. He has a father complex, I wish he was the father complex. He’s sixty-eight years old and he’d still kick my ass even though I can deep squat for 2000 or so. I don’t have any fun, at all. that’s the least of problems. There ain’t no fun out there killing people, no. I’ve got a certain amount of common sense to life. I know the precedence of morals, and whether you believe it or not you’ve taught me a lot. Don’t worry if you wanna screw off the past. I’m scared of you! Who do I go to? Where do I go? Nothing that you knew you were doing except I’ve always known what i was doing. Doctor Fratelli said, “Gerald, there’s nothing wrong with you. You are so sane you’re insane.” I don’t have no fun, ever! You worked thirty years at Chrysler’s. Well, Hell, I got fifteen years seniority there. What are you talking about? I don’t have no fun at all!
Well, it’s very fashionable to say that it’s schizophrenia so I guess I’m unfashionable. Which would you rather have: sleeping a lot and staying on the subject or being more awake? I’m sleeping a lot, I’m being awake. Because I feel now that I’ve got a fairy friend out of childhood who got very anxious around people, and last Yuletide took the resolution: “I don’t like people.” and my reply, this Yuletide, is: “mad chicken.”
Who wants the perfect guy? Not me. I don’t want anyone perfect. I don’t want anyone normal, thats just boring. I want someone weird. I want someone unpredictable. I want someone who lets things slide and who loves to laugh and makes me laugh. I want someone who will be crazy about me, and isn’t afraid to let everyone know it. I want him to be able to tell me to shut the hell up when I am bugging him. I want someone who challenges me, in every way. I want someone who puts up with my shit, but isnt a pushover. I want someone who pisses me off, but I can never be mad at. But perfect? That’s one thing I never want. Maybe just perfect for me.