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Name: Ron
Country: United States
State: California
Gender: Male
Interests: My first crush was Punky Brewster. I love cheesecake. I like to listen to Showtunes and jazz, watch black & white movies and walk in the rain. I'm 29. I am a Costume Designer who likes to act and direct. I was active in student politics in high school and college. No one in my family lets me select videos ever since I picked the Pink Flamingos. If I could be anyone other than who I am, I would be a Backstreet Boy. I've ordered items from informercials. I make great Banana Walnut cookies. I like my eggs scrambled. I love Karen Walker. I can kick your ass at any game at Chuck E. Cheese or Malibu. I collect Ink Pens. I kiss with my eyes closed. I like sugar in tea but not in coffee. Laundry and Ironing are my favorite household chores. I have a very successful career. I'm right handed. I've had my heart broken two times but I've only broken one. I love Shark Week on the Discovery channel.
Expertise: "If you really wanna know, why don't you come up and see me sometime...I'll tell you all about it" - Mae West
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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AIM:  motownphilyrican
Yahoo:  starryeyedboi@yahoo.com
Member Since:
4/20/2004
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| ...and when it seems your hopes
and dreams are
on the run again
bad luck has won again,
and it won't stop.
the clouds will part
and you will start to see
the sun again
and life's a ball,
you're standing tall,
you're on your way back to the top
breathe in and taste the ocean breeze
look at the way the leaves are
dancing in the banyan trees
listen to what they are saying to you...
new job. finally. i can get back on the level of working for the city and be in management, and leave the drama of east oakland behind and return to the city where life is normal. thank you, lord. life is good for now. but for some reason (in typical ron fashion), i am waiting for the bottom to drop out. maybe i should just enjoy the ride and keep doing what i've been doing. its kept me out of trouble, drama free, and suprisingly sober. so far, 30 has been good.
its late. i should be sleeping. but the corned beef sandwich and the cookies are keeping me wide awake. i need to sleep though, i have a hair appointment in the morning that i cannot miss. i just wanted to blog and let you xangans know that the fab1 is still alive (that is, if you care), and misses you.
...nothing is too wonderful to be true.
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| Damn you, girl scout bitches. Damn you...
As I laid in my sickbed on Friday, I happened to talk to my darling
friend Chave, who told me that she got some girl scout cookies. My
mouth watered at the thought of wrapping itself around the coconutty
caramely munchie crunchy oooey gooey goodness of their Samoas. I was
excited. she was excited. we were excited. I mean, I thank Chave for
giving me reason to shake my cold with this new goal: get my annual
case of girl scout cookies.
I went to their website and found the cookie locater - yes, cookie
locater. Those bitches have found away to make it easy for those who
are addicted to those crack-like coconutty caramely munchie crunchy
oooey gooey samoas. You type in your address, and a list comes up with
the locations nearest to your mouth, and the times that they will be
there for you to get your crack fix.I found that they would be at the
Safeway near my house on Sunday.
So my cousin Erin and I go to the store to get me some cookies. i go in
to buy a few items, get cash back, then go out to get my cookies,
right? I go out to the door and the little girl scouts ask
"Excuse me, sir, would you like to buy some cookies?"
"YES!" I quickly responded.
My eyes scanned the table. No purple box. No coconutty caramely munchie
crunchy oooey gooey samoas. I made eye contact with each of the little
Hannah Montana tweens and the parent chaperon ad asked
"Do you have any Samoas?"
"No" said the parent with a smug look on her face. " I called for more earlier, but they sent me Tagalogs."
I snapped. This was the moment I had been waiting for all year. All I
wanted was the coconutty caramely munchie crunchy oooey gooey goodness
of a Samoa, and this bitch was telling me no...and laughing at me.
Proud that she was the one in power at this moment. I wanted to flip
that table over and smash the tweens into the wall. I wanted to throw
all the tagalogs and thin mints on the ground and ceremoniously stop on
them until crumbs spilled from their colorful packages. I wanted to
grab the smug parent by her throat and shake her and say "No? NO?!
BITCH, what the fuck do you mean no...what the fuck do you mean they
brought you tagalogs? Why didn't you send them back for Samoas? where
are the f'ckin cookies...the cookies, bitch...WHERE ARE THE COOKIES?!?"
But I kept it all inside.
Defeated, I walked away. For it was not meant for me to have them. God
said no, and no he meant. No coconutty caramely munchie crunchy oooey
gooey samoas for me.
*sigh*
Tonight, I shall cry myself to sleep.
Bitches.
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| you.
you
are the last drop of water that
quenches my thirst
that rolls across my tongue
and down my throat
you
are the warmth in my blanket
the breeze in the trees
that gently rocks me to
sleep
you
are the finest silk
that caresses my skin and
hangs ‘round my neck
‘neath my collar
for all the world to see
you are the sweat from my brow
the heat in my breath
the moisture in my kiss
as i make love to you
are the wine that fills my glass
and intoxicates my soul
you
are the caramel colored carbonated concoction
on my cherry chocolate lips
and i want to drink you in
you
are the touch
the sounds
the smell of
all things that mean
home
you
are the thoughts that fill my head
when is should be working
you
are the reason i go to confession
my lenten sacrifice and
the reason i thank god all at the same time
yes,
you.
-rsebastian 2/28/08
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| Turn that shit off: a Rant at 3am.
I can't sleep.
Why?
Because I'm mad as fuck. So i'm gonna eat my White Chocolate Macadamia
Nut Cookies I bought at Target tonight, and listen to Olivia
Newton-John's Greatest Hits, and rant. What's got me so pissed? I'll
tell you...
So, I'm laying here listening to Ella's voice mingle
with the rain on my window, drifting off. When outside comes the
blaring alarm of a yuppie SUV. I figure, ok, someone is gonna hear
their car alarm...check their car...turn it off...and peace will be
restored in Hayes Valley once more. Oh but no. Yuppie fuck is nowhere
near the car, so he can't hear the alarm.
Hey yuppie fuck, my
question is this: why the fuck do you have an alarm and you don't check
on your car? What the fuck? We hear it. We've heard it for the last 30
minutes. We'd turn it off, but we don't have the switch. you do, you
ass. Howzabout you tell Bunny or Muffy or whoever that lunchtime botox
having floozie is to push pause on your convo, sip her cosmo and sit
tight so you can go check on your ride. I mean, what if someone really
is fuckin with your car? They'd have your shit stripped and be halfway
to the fuckin border by the time you checked. I mean, did you expect
the neighborhood to call the police because your alarm is going off?
It's rude, yuppie fuck. Plain rude. Now I'm wide awake at 3:15 eating
cookies I planned on eating tomorrow. Asshole.
The thing that
gets me the most is that I want to sleep. I'm tired, yuppie fuck. You
prolly don't care, but i work with kids from the hood, and they wore me
the fuck out this week. I'd love to take something to help me sleep off
to dreamland, but I'm a little scared to take anything thanks to Heath
Ledger and his untimely death by relaxation aids. That's something else
that pisses me off. Heath just wants to sleep, and he bites it from a
few pills. Meanwhile, bitches like Paris, Lindsay and Brittney run
around the world driving drunk and sniffing up cocaine like they were
auditioning to play a vaccum in the next dust buster commercial, and
those bitches live forever. Can someone explain this to me? Real
talent, gone to soon. Yuppie fuck, what is going in the world?
Why am I asking you about the world? You don't even know what's going on in your car.
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mmmmhmmm: a truth for sistafriend.
walkin' in here
looking beautifully tore up wearing your
night
on yo
face
talking about you got the
rest you needed.
youaintslick
that ain't rest its
dick
that's right
dick.
dick in yo eyes
dick in yo thoughts
on yo
breath.
obviously
shamelessly
slipping
into dick coma
through yo day
hm.
seewutdickcando?
dick can make u lazy.
make u wanna lay in bed
till the last minute
jump up, not shower
throw something on
and run out the house looking through as you are
dick can make you throw common sense
out the window
after bangin yo head against pillow covered headboards
all
night
long.
seewutdickcando?
dick can make u forget yo thought
in mid-sentence
because dick will make u daydream
about it.
talking about when you wen….
hm.
seewutdickcando?
a bitch forgot.
why?
cuz a bitch was reminiscin'
about the dick she was missin
and could be kissin
right now.
[be'cuz the dick was good]
seewutdickcando?
dick will make you brag about it
tell yo friends
and make them jealous
bec'cuz you gettin it
more than they are.
…or so u think
cuz a dick can also make you
keep a secret.
cuz u don't wanna talk about
yo inner freak to yo friends
and let know how
nasty
u really are.
seewutdickcando?
dick will make u bold
make u try shyt
u ain't never thought about doin.
dick will tie you up
smack you down
blindfold u
dick will cover u in the sauce
dick will make you say his name
or demand you to keep quiet
while he does his thang
dick will make u sing a song backwards
pray in a different language
make u raise yo ankles to jesus
or put yo shins to satan
dick will make u climb on topbelowonyourside
and ride like no other
dick will make u think he is yo lover
your best friend
dick can make you cum
smack you
and make u
cum again.
seewutdickcando?
dick can make u crazy
got u laughin out loud for
no reason.
make u giggle when it calls
make u anticipate the next call
to plan when it all goes down.
or up
be'cuz u never know where dick is
coming from
or when he'll arrive
but when he cums
you'll know
be'cuz when dick is through with yo
good hot stuff
dick is hungry
or he wants to sleep
or he got some place to be.
seewutdickcando?
dick can make u think are the only person
working at a drive through ass window
and demand service with a smile.
dick will make u change yo plans
to caress yo glands.
and you'll do it too.
why?
cuz u can't deny
when it snakes up yo thigh
and goes searchin for the sweetness
that is his weakness.
…and why would you?
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