My son was a conscious decision. Not an oops or an uh-oh. I wanted him. I love him. I adore him.
But what if? what if i wasn't blesed with him? what would it have been like? 22, reckless, responsibilityless, boundryless? ooh la la...sexy...scary!
I used to live life at break-neck speeds. I was spoiled rotten, had no responsibilities (other than getting my ass to class...which i did superbly might i add), I had/got/did whatever the fxck i wanted and when i was up at 2 am on a monday, it was either because of martini mondays with my fellow night-crawlers, or some other unmentionable thing...
Since we are just getting to know each other, let me dip into my photo collection. Perhaps i can show you better than i can tell you
I spent my adolescence:
With fly betches, getting all bxtched up and bitchin around town
Half naked in the streets of foreign countries (jouvert morniiiinnnn....blow ya wistle)
Spending daddy's doe on bitchy shxt...and being a nasty little show off about it
Picking up my drunken night-crawlers and hauling them back to our cave before sunrise
Sleeping in cabs on my way home...the next morning
Dancing holes in the floors of gay clubs
Wearing skanky outfits to skanky strip clubs and Tip-TiPpIn!!!!!
Attacking innocent poles
Dancing holes in the floors of gay clubs
Wearing skanky outfits to skanky strip clubs and Tip-TiPpIn!!!!!
Attacking innocent poles
Acting, Dancing, Strutting
Being a baby
...Oooh La La....
Fun!
Bitchin good times!!!!
*Muep*
Thats the sound of the though/reminiscing bubble thats floating above my head popping!
*muep*
Chase popped it
*muep*
Because, you see, my son, Chase, goes:
"Muep"
Not hiccup like other babies
Because hes not like other babies
He's bitchin (in the totaly and utterly awesome sense of the word)!!!!
MUEP!!!
And he has grounded me...
And mueps away all those stupid bubbles...
Because guess what voyeurs.
My life is still bitchin!!!
Just more responsibly...martini night when hes at grandmas
Wild style with the hub at naps....ooooh lala...exhilirating (TMI?)
Still bitchin around town but with my bitchy little:
Look for us flossin down your block in our bitchy car...and check for my mueper in the back seat looking like a million...
Ugh. So pretentious it sounds. But its not.
wait...let me shake this little devil bitch off my shoulder...
I just like to have fun...
and i still do
But now i come home to my cherub...
And i live life more like a 22 y/o should...as much as i loathe this maxim: Grown and sexxayyyy...instead of drunk and disorderly
Plus, according to my experiences, i've been 22 since i was 16
But shout out to all you crazy 22 y/o bad bitches......let the good times rollllllll!!!!!!
Muep.
Good night.
♥ Lola
(and Chase)
1 comment:
Cool piece and I like the way you used the photos and prose and the poetry!
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Mista Jaycee
PS I did a piece on Fluff and Potted meat either for Thanksgiving or Christmas!
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