women... life.... stuff

I can't goddamn sleep again.


Motherfucker I am depressed. I usually fuck my way out of depression. I have a girl. This isn’t supposed to be so difficult? Alright, I have a girl in Arkansas that is the difficult part. I can’t go on a no sex kick and sustain a long distance relationship and maintain my sanity can I? I can’t get her out here sooner and I’m not going home anytime soon. Let’s just say I’m at a very frustrating impasse. I want to pull out my own teeth drunk on whiskey to get through this. I want to pull out my toenails with pliers later tonight. I want to tweak out on adderal and right those columned lists or pluses and negatives. I don’t get feeling like this and being so far away from someone it doesn’t make sense. I know its reciprocated when I hear from unaffiliated parties that she was overheard talking about me. It’s nice. But for fucks sake, literally for the sake of me getting fucked before goddamn Christmas what the fuck do I do?
I’ve been fine to reassess my life til now at the bed and breakfast. I’ve been happy to wallow like a pig in a trough eating my dad’s food and staying rent-free while I wait to figure things out. I’m not looking for other girls; I’m just looking for reassurance that waiting this thing out.
For my mental health let’s just say it’s been since June 12th that I have seen my girl. In that time I have been totally faithful and patient. But I feel like an old wooden roller coaster that needs some maintenance. You gotta go around those things banging in nails about every day. There’s no fucking break form that shit. It’s rickety, temperamental; it’s a R-o-l-l-e-r C-o-a-s-t-e-r. I call her at 2:50am California time and she’s in Arkansas sitting in front of a bottle of Jack Daniels. Whoopee. That’s great for her. Do you know what my vice is? Girls. I like women. I like looking at ‘em a lot but I especially like touching ‘em and getting horizontal with the ones I really like. I need to start smoking. Try intravenous drug use or something. I can stick to a lot of things. I hold onto my convictions like a winning lotto card. I am horrible at not being validated physically or enough emotionally (telling me she wants to do it) to a fault.

No wonder I kept trying to break things off. I knew how hard this was going to be for me. I’m not even 2 whole months in. I could drink more, but I’d fuck someone from the bar. I could write more but I’d write about fucking. I could workout more but I’d have to join a Gym. And for that matter if I keep working out this obsessively it’s going to be me turning down hoes cause I’m drunk at the bar and they saw me at the gym and are dying to know if I can bench-press their BFF since it’s her bachelorette party. I know… it sounds crazy. Shit like that happens to me. Crazy women swarm to me when alcohol is involved. I talk mad drunk game as long as I don’t have to play bar games. I could not win a girl over w/ my skill at bar games. Or any games really. I kick ass at solitaire but can you imagine that pulling in some honnies? Hey baby wanna watch me play solitaire? Awww yeah, Solitaire and it’s straight to business, cause it’s Wednesday and that’s when we make sweet weekly love…

What’s gonna end this madness? Do I wait for her to move out here? Do I give her some ultimatum? Do I encourage her to set a goal? Ha-ha. God, That sounds like complete shit to me. That’s not how I roll. I know her deal, she wants to be mature and responsible and save money. I get that. I know I’m being selfish here. But she works 2-3 days a week and she’s drinking at goddamn 5am in the morning and I’m staring at ceiling tiles thinking its time to butter the corn. Ya know, parking the pink Cadillac, lock crotches; give her a hot beef injection. I need to get dancing with the good old-fashioned horizontal mambo… I wanna make sweet hot love by the fire listening to Barry White. Seriously. Does anyone have a bearskin rug I can borrow?

What else do I have to ponder when I’m up at 3am and she’s drinking herself to sleep? I need to moonlight as a night watchman at a sheep farm so I can catch some zzzz’s. I’m not in some city. I’m in sleepy small lake town, Lakeport, CA. What do I have to do when I don’t have Ethan? I need a library card, a gym membership, and a porn site membership. Some breath mints, a 20 pack of Trojans, and a god damn job.

I hate when thing are up in the air. I am all about plans, missions, projects, and goals. I may not seem like it but I love to write a list and when I have to keep myself on task I write lists every day. Like clockwork. Whether I complete them or not I write them. IF I was writing a list my first priority would be figure out how to get her here or to figure out a tactful way to have her give me a date that she’s set for herself.

Personally, Karen and I said in June that when she left she wasn’t coming back. I haven’t felt anything that intense and passionate in a long time. Maybe I haven’t felt anything like that before. What is scary is I can’t tell if it was because she was leaving and I knew it or if it’s genuine. If it’s the big “L” then this is worse than I thought. The problem with being privy to the ins and outs of the game is knowing what’s predetermined. Knowing the fixers means knowing the math of the situation. Percentages and calculations means being pessimistic which is the biggest slap in the face. What if this isn’t what I’m building it up to? That’s the secret there… Does knowing the rules make me the king of self-fulfilled prophecies? Who am I to criticize someone for not moving away from her home in Arkansas 2000 miles away? She’s leaving her friends and family to be with some guy? Of course it’s me so I’m biased because I’ m awesome. I’d move here for me. But I see that side of it. The whole mess kills me because this is what I do all night, think about all the angles and I’m so good at it I can make whatever conclusion I want and justify it just as easy as any passing whim.

Oh Jay-Z…. of course I wish I had it on lock down like you. I’m soft, but you’re married now. Let’s end w/ the Jigga bein’ hard back in his prime before I get sappy.

"Big Pimpin' (Extended)"
(feat. U.G.K.)

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..

You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

[Chorus One: Jay-Z]

We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

[Bun B]
Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool

[Chorus Two: Bun B]

We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga

[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise

[Chorus Two]

[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that's what's up