I'm pretty much sure that he's about to
Vapor Trail on me. How do I know this? Well, I know what it's like on the flip side. I'm not sure how I feel. I mean, why even get upset? Things like this have proven temporary at best anyway. In other developments, half of me feels like I've gone completely crazy. Then there's St. Louis. I'm angry. Not because of The Trail, but because of the lack of honesty. Let the record show, I'd rather be told off then ignored. Hell, I understand, but that empathy had been taken over by disappointment and a residual sense of disrespect. I can't esteem him the way I once did, because someone
that good would have said, "Hey, sorry." Fuck. My crazy half enjoys knowing
I can more than
I have. My issue? I call it BJ, and Jeff, and a half dozen other men who once decided that it's easier to discard than recycle. I hate how that manifests itself today. I look back and wonder,
just how I got ovah.
Well I want a little sugar
in my bowl
Well I want a little sweetness
down in my soul
You been acting strangely
I've been told
Move me Daddy
I want some sugar in my bowl
Now Hear This : I Want A Little Sugar in My Bowl - Nina Simone