Turkey: The Day Before, In Bullets

• Going to sleep at 2:30 in the morning is not what’s hot in the streets. Especially when you have to wake up at 6:30 and crawl to work with the rest of massah’s multi-colored minions…only to be tortured by the pain of silence and the relentless ripping of paper.
• Santa’s elf is at it again !
• And who drank all the got damn coffee anyway!?!?! What if I wanted a cup???
• Hell I don’t even drink coffee.
• Intelligence: That which many claim to have yet are tragically unaware of what it means.
• “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Mind”….Should be the title of my life…
• Just because I talk about sex a lot, does not mean that I am having it…at all. It is such a touchy subject. Especially for women. But why? Expressing my desire for affection does not imply that I am loose. It simply confirms that I am human.
• I’m in a very sexual state of mind.
• I feel like breaking out in song and dance, or yelling at or slapping the shit out of someone just to penetrate the silence and break the monotony that is this office.
• Here it is the Wednesday after many moons past. Each one met with a shared thought, a kind word, or a genuine “I miss you”. But this one is different. This Wednesday is absent of expectation and hope. This Wednesday is absent of you.
• I am making a b-line for Sally’s on Friday. I need a blow dryer like nobody’s business. This wash and go shit is not cool! I’m tired of exposing the world to the abundance that is my forehead! I want my bangs back…STAT!
• This incessant game of tug-of-war is bringing me to my knees. I don’t wanna fight anymore. Waving the white flag.
• I surrender mutha fucka!!!

We were only kids.
I 14. He 16.
Everyone knew what was going on, but knew nothing at all.
"The virgin catholic school girl getting it with the neighborhood deviant."
We would sneak out back after dark away from the light so no one could see.
My pleasure and pain...
His tongue tickled the rim of my mouth.
The sweetness of his breath finding its way inside as he gently fondled my innocense.
Our adolescent minds too frail to fully understand what we were doing...
Breathing each other in...
Taking each other in...He

“In my whole life, no one has ever looked at me the way that you do. No one has ever, touched my face or brushed my hair out of my eyes like you do. And maybe this is really selfish but, it’s not just you I’m going to miss. It’s the way I feel when I’m with you that I’m going to miss even more.”

— Shelby Merrick, “Higher Ground”

I thought about you a lot today, and while you are not mine to think about, I still find myself missing you...though you were never mine to miss...

I want him to throw me on his desk, spread my legs apart, and bury his face in my nerve endings...