Baby, It's Cold Outside

Seriously, it might as well snow. Here I am, in Starbucks again, while Sweetness is in class. My cock-sucking whore bitch of an "aunt" (parenthesis because I refuse to claim her as family)is at my house, so instead of going home and chillin and getting warm and cozy with a cup of Sweetness's coffee and a book, I'm at the coffee shop. Now, as I've said before I enjoy being at the shop, because it makes me feel true to my craft. But that's not the point. Oh well. You know what? I need to get out of Washington. I need to jump ship like Kelsie. Except, if I go, I'm taking my woman. She's the only sane person I fucking know. I could live with Sweetness. Matter-of-fact, I live with her now! I could easily move in somewhere with her. No problem. We occasionally have our fights, but that happens. Nothing too big or unbearable. We're pretty symbiotic now. I'm happy with where we are.

Anyway, I gotta figure out how to talk about something else. I'm really sleepy and cold.I want a coffee, but I promised Sweetness that I'd buy her one for her birthday (tomorrow) so I can't. I love spending money on her, and I think she knows it lol. Of course, she feels bad whenever I do it, but I don't mind. She lights up like a kid, and gets all smiley and stuff. Its adorable, and highly addicting. I
can't help myself. Its a bad habit for my wallet. But caring is sharing, isn't it?
I did it again.

So, I'm going to try writing in this environment. The Society suffers when I'm in contact with the internet. Its another bad habit. I can't seem to focus on what I'm supposed to be doing if I have the internet. For instance, I'm blogging when I should be filling out applications, or writing, or something like that. But blogging is sort of relaxing. Kind of like the Internets form of meditation. I can vent to you and you won't give a damn. Mainly because you don't care, but also because someone, somewhere out there, understands. And I think that's part of the allure of the internet. You're not alone. Ever. No matter what you're interests are, no matter what time it is where you are. There is someone on the same site as you, some one searching what you're searching, someone feeling how you're feeling. and it makes the world a closer place. A single unit like I'm sure many people have dreamed that it could be. Kudos, inventor of the internet.You made the world a arguably better place.

I'm gonna go now, probably do something I shouldn't. Tootles.

Happy Holidays,

Sacred Secret