AJRMAN
Pussy, Butch, Crazy Faggot
My birthday came and went. Thirty-one years old. Thirty-one years old. I am in my thirties. I just don't feel it. Although I do cry at stupid things now. Today I watched Legally Blonde with Reese Witherspoon. I cried at the end, when it turns out her boyfriend will propose to her that night. The background music playing, and it's Hoku singing it's a perfect day. That's not the first time I've cried at the end of movies. The other cheesy movie that teared me up at the end, was Never Been Kissed. When the guy seems to have pulled a no show, but you then see him running down the steps of the stadium. I also cry watching , When Harry Met Sally, You've Got Mail, The Iron Giant (it's a cartoon. I know what you're thinking. A cartoon? Yes, asshole I cried over a cartoon), Emma (Gwenyth Paltrow movie), and Jeffrey ( that gay guy movie). This wimpy faggot persona has sneaked up on me somehow. I used to be so cold and heartless. What the fuck is happening to me.
Not only am I more sensitive now, I seem to get "Butch" mad at the drop of a hat. Someone cuts me off and I want to kick their ass. I follow them and watch as they try to get away from me. I'm turning crazy I tell ya, CRAZY! Today, a guy in a business suit honked at me from behind. I didn't realize the light turned green. But it wasn't like I was sitting there for minutes. I must of been a few seconds, because I reached down to get a lighter. That doesn't take more than 3 to 4 seconds. So I slowed down, so he would pass me. Then I began to follow him closely. I could see him look at me through his rear view mirror. I leaned forward to the windshield so he could see me look at him. I continued to tailgate him, until he sped up and went through a red light. I stopped of course, because I'm a law abiding citizen. I smoked my cigarette, and headed home. If there was a cute lil' dog around, I would of kicked it. That's how pissed off I was.
Tonight I go to dinner party at David's house. I declined to go, but David insisted. After all these years of knowing me, he always forgets how badly I do at parties. Oh well, one can't have too much humiliation in their lives.