It's funny - The women in my life
One that won't let go, one that wants what will never be,
One that hates my guts and one that got set free.
There's one I used to want, and still sort of do,
There's one that nearly killed me, that is certainly true.
There's one I think would work, if only she did too,
There's one that I know would work, to her boyfriend she seems true.
Women, that's what's funny - how they come and go.
Alone, in the end, is what I'll always know.
Problem is i love the thought, of never being warm
For in the cold, I do thrive, and joy i find in mourn.
All Hallow's Eve
The sky grew darker as the days grew longer, leading up to the day I had most been looking forward to – Halloween. For years, I had gone out trick or treating, dressed up as any fun thing I could think of. Ghosts, Vampires, Zombies… I’d done them all. But as the years went on, I stopped being “cute”. Rather, I became “too old”, and eventually some people started to call the cops. Seventeen I guess is a little old in the eyes of society, but I was still a kid! Let me have my candy and visit all the houses around!
I looked at myself in the mirror. My costume this year was a joke – nothing more than a sheet over my head with eyes cut out. I wanted to wear a more elaborate costume, but maybe if they saw this amateur costume that covered all my features, I’d get less people afraid of my age.
“I’m heading out!” I called to my parents.
“Timmy, again?” asked my mom. “We told you last year that you are jus
LilahI was in Taste of China, waiting on Lilah to show up. I was pretty nervous, mildly terrified, this could go horrendously badly, or it could go moderately badly, either way, I wasn't sure I wanted to be there. Only I didn't really have a choice.
I remember the first time I met Lilah; it was at Freshman orientation. I didn't pay much attention to her right away, I don't think she wanted anybody to notice her. They had us all gathered in a small room on the second floor of the union.
I wanna say they were talking about the code of ethics on campus, or something, I don't know, I was more distracted by the girl doing the presentation. Now that chick, I did not mind looking at for a while! Skinny enough, with tits big and firm enough to give even an ass man like me pause, and all this plus a pretty face. Just a good looking, stereotypical, hot chick is how I remember her, make-up caked on, the whole package. Eye candy for sure, and so sweet! Listening to her going on with that
Camera of Change: Selfie ConflictThere once was a man who went by the name of Charles Bahmer, an average guy in an average world. Nothing spectacular ever happened to poor Charles. It wasn't like he had a poor social life; in fact he had a great one. The only issue he really had was his inability to take a selfie. That's right. Charles, for whatever reason, could not take a selfie without messing it up somehow. Even though phones had front facing cameras, which were clearly designed for taking selfies, he still screwed it up.
Nonetheless, Charles found himself out walking in the local park during a nice cool fall day. He always loved taking walks when it was nice out. Dressed up in sweats and a blue long sleeve shirt, he was able to stay comfortably warm. As he walked down the trail he noticed something shiny under a few leaves. He walked over to it and crouched down to see what was gleaming in the sunlight.
It was a digital camera, but nothing fancy enough that would be worth something in a pawn shop. Charles noticed