Saturday, August 4, 2007

Killing me brutally with his lips…

So he make a left turn to Los Angeles Street in his white mini-van with some pullet holes on it, slowly at the speed of 5 miles an hour, gave me a kiss and said, “I love you baby…”

Fuck you ugly cowboy! Who told you you could kiss me, even through the air?

What really pissed me off is that he was in his damn ghetto car and I was walking on my Christian Leboutin, so there’s really no way I could avoid the sight of his thick lips in heart shape like he’s sucking something out of me from 7 feet away on the sidewalk in time… I fucking saw his face man! Ugh it made me wanted to vomit. I need to work on this with my psychologist in the following 10 sessions… Maybe it’s from my childhood trauma… Who knows… Maybe the dirty old Korean man in the convenience store around the corner where we lived when I was a child had a bull dog that had just as thick of lips and it affected my personal development… I don’t know… But I was seriously very disturbed from what I experienced in Fashion District today… I think I was mentally assaulted… Oh wait, so how much is that for the 10 sessions? Let me calculate… Shit… this couple month’s tight again…

Look, cowboy, if you want to show some love, let me change lane on those narrow one way streets around the old bank buildings so I don’t have to drive in circles just cuz I missed that hidden little Pho place, or take $1 less when I buy your $1 household items in Toy District, or even give me just more chili over my #6 Carne Verde combination plate… But don’t kiss me okay? You know I care for you too but this interracial relationship is just haunting me. I have a hot date tonight but I don’t think I can kiss anybody in a long time just because of the trauma of your kiss man! Your lips… ugh… were killing me…

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