Tag Archives: Minions

Mantra Part 2

A rehash of my old Mantra post. Under different circumstances this time. First commandment when you’re ABOUT TO pursue a relationship with me. 1. Be intimidated, yes. I can do all sorts of crazy things to you. Call me ball-crusher, drama queen, enchantress, what have you. But thou shall NOT falter. No matter what. I [...]

What Could Have Been, and Then Not.

Dear you, I cannot do this. We cannot do this. You have successfully disarmed me, stripped me naked. With what and how, I honestly don’t know. The last few nights have left me utterly overwhelmed. Vulnerable. I’m scared shitless. Perhaps you think nothing of it; I don’t know what you’re thinking, really. But before this [...]

Yawn

I’m supposed to be asleep by now. But no, my mind refuses to cooperate, thus this entry. It helps sometimes. I usually write late in the night when I can’t sleep. I’m running out of sleeping pills again, but I don’t want to take one now. Too late. I have to be up by 8 [...]

Expectations

You know you are not yourself when you end up doing things that are unexpected of you, and having people calling your attention because of it. Case in point: this blog and my latest entries. Some SMSed and called me even, to ask why I’ve been writing, or in this case, haven’t been writing. I’ve [...]

On Nuns, Prostitutes, Escorts and Ultimately, Bitches

My silence for the past few days is attributed to the fact that I was (and still am, actually) in a sort of financial bind. Something which I’ve never experienced before and to talk about it further would be in such poor taste. All I could say is that it’s bloody unpleasant as hell. I [...]