this is a happy november. i know it and i feel it. lemme just multiply my disposition everytime i control the tempo.and i’m feelin my style.
this two-humped fashion is makin me crazy.
and to prove immediately that the cynics were wrong, no, m not drunk or anythin but
i feel like my days are flashin before my eyes insanely quick
and before i know it,
i am already packin my bags and changing my mailing address.and all those
emotions that i acquire, i am convinced that it’s makin me a sonic jesus.
’cause i already know what i’m not seein wheter she’s on display or not,i can’t find anybody better than chinggay.and i promise, i have no idea how her new last name would sound like after her ril first name.her hair so long that looks like weave. and she’s telling me she wanna cut it short just like eve.hell, i remember those early days when she used to have those hair clips all over her head and always beaming although rarely speaks but i know she understands all those nonsense that i’ve shared.and if u thought m talkin bout hair dressing, the truly special aspect of this is, i feel like havin those same chills that i felt the time that i first saw that lil furball back in q-bao everytime i see her past pics. but i understand, it’s not my memory back then and it’s killin me knowing that i used to have a “rainier castillo” look back in college.
(what a startruck junkie.) crazy loves crazy.. and speakin of crazy, this zannines will turn six this month and this is somewhere between our bedlams and double purposed long term goals.
and know i know we need each other much more than before.we might had a juggernaut of beefin and arguments but if i single out what i get, i know there’ll be nothin that i’ll miss.because i’ve what i’ve been sayin, nobody can give me what she gave me. wheter it’s teh cheesiness that we share or the naked talks plus a lotta head aches that’s makin my brain cells yellin. but be easy, nuthin’s more than half of em.
i just feel like i’m talkin to ur spirit a lil too much. as what we declared, this is a major call. less stress, increased minutes and we’re gettin nearer to the pit stop.
5′2, hundred twenty, u sexy, i am just missin you. u know i love you. when will everything happen? i’m fxin to find out.
all i know is i’m still numbnuts bout u.

~ by iamwoim on November 4, 2008.