Diary of A Mad Black Masochist

I was going to open this post with one of my favorite blurts from my pal, Ernest (Hemingway). But I feel like my minions and the genuinely curious souls that find themselves frequenting this site don’t need to be reminded with just how highly I think of my intellectual status. So, how about that Patriots […]

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In all seriousness

When you’re in love, and the person you’re in love with makes significant negative changes in his or her life, and then you end your relationship, are you mourning the relationship or the extinction of the person you were in love with?

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To those of you who said I’ve gone soft: why don’t you spit out that throat lozenge?

To those of you without your thumbs in your asses, and maybe some of you with them, (do what you have to do, I won’t tell your coach) you might have noticed a small wild-fire of controversy surrounding yours truly. Sadly, it isn’t the kind we like, it’s that really fucking douchey kind of controversy. […]

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Sometimes I like to lay in the bathtub, and pretend to be New Orleans.

Well, at precisely 2:48 on this aesthetically depressing Kansas afternoon, I find myself staring at this fucking laptop wondering why witty things just don’t say themselves (I mean, honestly, how witty are you), and hoping that last night’s Rumplemintz will stop molesting my esophagus. With that being said, I’m in a super offensive mood, and […]

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