So I've been keeping a journal on and off since like 2004. I think I'm gonna share random tidbits in here. I don't want to create a thread and this is an anonymous enough venue. I primarily wrote about girls and life. And I type like I do on the Coli, smiley codes and all. All names are changed obviously. Here we go...
Alice has a man now What I don’t get is how another man can deal with her breath? Like really, if she didn’t have bad breath I would have wifed with a quickness. I assumed that’s why she was still available. It also got me thinking of other stuff. Like I’ve traveled the world, made out with a BUNCH of bytches, and none of them have had breath that bad. NONE! It’s like the first time I ran into that. Maybe it’s a natural body chemistry thing where you smell things on other people to prevent you from mating with them. That has to be the only explanation. I think about that with other people with bad breath. RJ sometimes… Or when I was flying to France this guy behind me had horrible breath but he was all hugged up on his wife.
I’m pretty much thinking my bladder issue is a non-issue for now. All the hospital tests say negative. I even had them look into it and do a cystoscopy. shyt was the WOAT feeling afterward. They stuck that tube in my peehole and it didn’t feel good. Later the doc stuck a finger in my butt to examine my prostate. I wasn’t expecting that. I felt violated leaving the doc’s office. After that it hurt like fukk to pee for bout a week. shyt had me shook to use the bathroom
Ion care if no one reads this shyt it's kinda therapeutic.
As long it's not that fukk shyt on FarCry 4. I got my homie a copy just to co-op with him, but come to find out you can only co-op side missons. That shyt was so garbage breh.
Read a article on facebook just now about a lot of sick shyt he did .
Crazy how I remember a guy on my cross country team years ago in college that had his face tatted on his shoulder when no one else knew who the fukk he was
I think I see you differently than what everyone else sees. You are meant for more than you even realize. I knew that from the beginning. But you will never attain it because you limit yourself. You're afraid. So you subject yourself to lesser people and pointless games to distract you. I think it hurts that you'll never take me serious enough to listen. The things I could show you. You wouldn't even believe it. So much wasted potential......
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