Confessions of a West-EnderWith east-end girls
Yuletide season once again. Some people say it has a magic all its own. I call it the Christmas spirit: the wish/urge to get something for Christmas. My urge has been satisfied already. The one known as the Beasely woman has captivated the slumbering knight once again. A timeless rift to the core of my being now fires with ancient energies, for I am once again hers!
Updates: Shirley Ann has shrugged off the title of girlfriend because of news that I may perhaps become Trese’s baby-daddy. This is unofficial word. So do not take such to heart. Felicia Michelle Holmes is also stating that I am the true father of her first born. This is horrendous. Tango Katrina? She has no hope of sustaining or maintaining me. Her fatal flaw was baby daddy. Ugh!
Unusually festive, I realize that this euphoria might be short lived. But pardon me as I bask in this glow. -> I have yet to catch wind about a certain Jeraldine though. I’ve got to remain on guard. -> This has happened before. A single phone call has escalated/propelled Tracee Marvel to the number one spot… again. If this is short lived then the reason would because of that other lover she has. Dag! That should’ve been me. I should’ve been that crutch for her. But I think she did it the way she wanted to. I think she could’ve had it much easier. Remember this one reigned over my heart for seven years. So why wouldn’t I want to make it easy on her, aren’t I her knight?
1997 The year in review
Last year was average. Mediocre relationships dominated the horizon. I’ve once lamented who has that oompf to subject myself to their cause, the return was perhaps I am in the wrong place for romantic endeavors. This place seems filled with carnal induced passions. I withstood most of these hurricane force winds, but I did falter. Jeraldine still remains queen of my heart. But Tracee Marvel lurks amazingly close, and may overthrow the upstart, But only time will tell.
Nobility is still within my grasp. I’d forsaken all unworthy forbearers, and there is passion within me too prolific to be documented here. Andrea was lost at the hands of the incensed lover. Mirian, ah, sad to say she is lost to the world. Tango has me now, but this is only temporary. I require more than what she offers. Tansha was confounded in her own passions. Neither of these were what I call ‘righteous’, and I could not find ‘righteous’, I couldn’t even find ‘ok’. What could I expect though, when there was no one here to help, and no one to get involved?
