Raising my flag

The last couple of days have been... E-VENT-FULL*... And through it all, this has been the resonating song.


*the misspelling was intentional. i ain't be dat stoopid.

Sonnet 75 | Nobody Leaves

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found;
Now proud as an enjoyer and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure;
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

As My World Turns/Like Sands Through The Hourglass

I may have just made a bold move, or yet another impulsive decision.

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Location:89th St,North Bergen,United States

Gate F4/510/7:19/Newark/On Time

The reluctance to return home (to work at Sephora), as I routinely experienced with every previous trip, is no longer there. Instead, I find myself embracing my return home.

This trip was different in so many ways. Eye-opening at best.


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Location:Fort Lauderdale,United States

8*11*10

That's right bitches... Brenda's back!

Brenda meets Jax... Brenda & Jason's wedding... Brenda & Sonny (The Church Shooting)...

2nite...

I drink to live. Fucktard buggery bollocks!

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Location:Wilton Dr,Fort Lauderdale,United States

i'm tumbling

Opened a tumblr. account. I can be found here NB/MAE/SIB. I'm not cancelling my blogger, NB/MAE/SIB will serve as an extension with a focus on audio/visual content.