and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm exicted and anxious. This anxiety has to be a physical problem. A chill pill will put me to sleep, the fuckers took away my shit. I'm so anxious and I don't know what to do anymore. this is a journal of someone in the middle of an anxiety attack. no big deal, just eat drink and smoke until you release the tension or have some q
mama i'm falling in love with a sailor help me i'm such a typical okinawa bitch now just call me chieko i hope this won't have to settle for just another friendship i can't say the word "fat" he has issues with it but i can use the " knock them down, so you can bring them up" technique that's pretty popular nowadays in eastern asian bu
OMG that was some funny shit. The writer has such an insight into the Chinese expatriot culture, its not even funny. actually it's really funny. I wonder if some FOB's or totally protected Chinese (they're plenty of them) actually think that Hung is good for the Chinese population. Kinda like people thinking that Queer Eye is a positive portrayal of the homosexual population.
consume me because I bring you happiness. consume me like i bring back memories of times not so complicated. like i soothe your feelings of being inadequate. like swallowing my produce adds to your chemistry. turns your psychoactive complications into a smooth mood of blue and green. like being with me makes everything eco-friendly. tell me these things, all thoug
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naive, perhaps?
you told me all your issues in the first 50 minutes after I met you. Now when I bag your ass, you know nothing about mine and I have full control. you exposed all your weaknesses too early and now I can make you do things that you don't really want to do. eat me out motherfucker, swallow you desperate pig. and when I fuck the living daylights out of you, hopefully i
I should join the military, I'm so fucking combative. I went out last night, very angry inside. Perhaps because I'm stuck on this island, perhaps because I don't really fucking know what will make me happy but I'm pretty sure Okinawa won't be the prime of my life. Although, recently the drama and action that I've come across is pretty heightened and the feeling that I
So I go the bar as usual tonight, sit and feel happy because the nice Canadian is there. His dyke friend leaves and I take her seat. In stumbles a chunky drunk as a mother fucking skunk man, who acts kinda military but I couldn't imagine him passing a physical. He sits down in the seat next to me, and immediately I ask him if he's drank too much. Within 2 minutes
I crashed the car yesterday, and the mechanic won't be able to fix until tuesday. that's because obon is the time of year when Okinawans celebrate the return of their ancestors in a family members home. I'll hear the drum beats outside until after midnight and it doesn't bother me at all. I grew up here and even though I don't have an ounce of okinawan blood in me, I
and then when my release is all done. I want you to light my cigarette for me. Look me in the eye like you're calling me daddy. Like my zamen all over your face is exactly where it belongs. Like my new control freak mode is the way you want me to act for the rest of my life with you. Like you'll make sacrifices for me without me even knowing. Like my college sexual ex
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love your matter of factness. thanks for the insight into your mind. shows that everyone has similarities. gosh these divers are cute..... sorry ADD kicking in there. good luck with everything.
and yet his love always felt so pure. I took what I could get like a begger child across the border. I fed my alcoholic parents. What takes on the role of my alcoholic parents....... perhaps my horribly gay tainted childhood, or being a victim of social racism. Minu says my attraction to whities is old school, like i'm some kind of remnant from the ultra colonial
wonderful summary and new viewpoints on the Indian view of Pakistan. Being Sindhi, but never have lived in India or Pakistan; I'm trying to get a better picture of how things really are. When I talk to Muslim Pakistani friends, they tell me how their parents had to leave their hometowns, just like my parents had to leave theirs. One cannot measure whose burden was greater. The viewpoint that the Muslim uprising was in response to the Hindu uprising mak
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I guess when you're down under, you get looked over alot. Boredom, yeah that is a major drawback to the Australian lifestyle. Hey at least there's always New Zealand
His low hanging balls hit me shortly after he does. He hits me over and over again and it feels so good. I grab the bag for another snort, to make his love feel better than the next and the next better than the other. Let me descend in this sprial of self obsession and take chances of consequences I'm not ready to accept. His white reflection lit by the light from th
another drink to pass the time that seems to stand still. and the yearning for a lighter child doesn't dim as fast as the hope for the realization of the yearning. another sip of this spoilt water to create a feeling not nearly as boring as the feeling i feel now. on this sticky island life becomes slower and food and liquor create any speed that you may feel.
dude his coming out of the closet was the stupidest thing he could have done. it's suspected that many other governers are gay. but he has to come out and resign in the same speech?, sweet dude. the japanese people say they only love America because of it's vast landscape (something they don't have) but then go on copying everything Americans do. w
you think she knows how to deep throat? can you loosen her up for me buddy? just shove it in her mouth and tell her to keep her rosie perez accent to herself. tell her to do a little ali baba dance while you take a puff off your opium and grow a mustache. and she can ching ching her bells and go down on your goodness. then when she comes up to remove
typhoon named after some fucking hunkey and I don't even know his name. I never keep their name unless I want to use it again. And the marathoners limp to the closing line and they're happy, hell if i ran 26 miles i'd be smiling. and then they go home to their real lives. and my real life, is stuck here in the middle of howhere. where the only thing booming are the
Marry Me, tell me you love me and that we'll live happily ever after. and then look away. don't ever look back. while a childhood friend gets married, you sit in a pool of self-loving while your parents argue themselves to death. then the drunk irish man gives you head like a fucking toothpick and you feel no better than before the whole ordeal started. he tells you n