Confessions of a Rising Star Almost Famous by Cameron Crowe

Above Pic: one of many I pay no mind to, but yeah, a lotta those…

She came in my room while I was sleep…

She wants to f*** me, but I don’t bone wives, or girlfriends, of others. I see it as unnecessary drama, and to me, it’s bad karma. Jus sayin’…

There’s a(another) wife. I see her every now and then. I’ve elongated hours, just from the mere view of her, yet I utilize the courage, to be honest with her. It’s really enough. It usually is. She takes away the pain of moments (overly sly girls, familial bulls***,  jealous envy, whatever). She looks so hot, still I know that this can’t go beyond the surface. Yet, I can see she’s taken by the fact that I’m real about it all. She waits for me, and the days where our paths cross, are lucky ones’, to an extent…

I was able to make it through to Whole Foods, and another married one gave me room, too. She gave the guy in front of me a chance too, but she’s more lucid with me, about why it’s occurring. She wants to leave her husband, but she’s too sweet. I don’t really like her. Not really sure why? She’s hot, with the silver strings, that drape her face, mid way through the shift (when I typically arrive). She follows me around the store, and though I’m no stranger to stalker issues, I just don’t care for them, from her…

Once I got in, I took on two, simultaneously tonight. My back, has been knotted up for days, every since a previous mentioned one, passively aggressively expressed her disdain for my unwillingness to take the bait.  Still, when I got in, I f****ed the pain away, and ate salmon salad with, rye… That and the self talk, stifled off the second go round. It’s been a long week, for my mind…

 

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