I gave Kiah a bath a few hours ago. I felt like a Mommy. It was sweet, sitting there on the toilet lid while Kiah just splashed around in the tub washing barbie's hair. Her barbie had built in panties but no bra and no nipples.
If feels good to wash my baby's hair. She's a sweet girl even if she did wake me up at 5 in the morning after I drove for 14 hours the day before. There must be some kind of Mom instinct inside of me that makes me feel satisfaction from washing Kiah's brown curls. I wonder, do men have this same suppressed instinct?

I was just typing a big long entry about the rodeo party when soyeon's power went out so i lost everything. The good thing is Soyeon learned how to change the fuse so now she doesn't have to wait for her landlord to come fix it.
Soyeon invited me over for dinner. I think she is trying to fatten me up so she can eat me.
PS. to the peeps, thanks for showing up to the rodeo party, your presences livened things up immensely! and thanks for the smokes terry, i loved everyone of em!

I was taping my self vomit this morning when I recieved a knock onn the door. It was an old man. He asked if my cable was working and my telephone. I told him I didn't have either one just a cell phone but my power had been out eariler. He told me the fire had knocked things out. I asked what fire? Turns out that there was a huge fire right behind my house last night so I went and recorded the ruins.

It's come to my attention that I'm having a last minute, BYOB, end of the semester and rodeo theme gathering (for celebratory purposes I’m assuming) so if you're interested saddle up yer horse and ride on out to normal Ave. at late thirty, Saturday the 12th.

To practice formal writing is a pain in the ass. Why is it that people have to write from a perspective that sounds objective when it is of course subjective. Writing therefore is a pain in the ass.
Hey y'all, the end of this semester has got me down, way down. I've got so much crap to do within the next 4 days.
How do y'all feel about Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God , and Nietzsche's overman?
Ps. I promise to write more when I'm in GA over the break and have to much internet access.