Story. Good Bye Tom

It was a rainy night on Chicago. Tom was sitting at the cafe as usual. He was so predictable.Her eyes flinched as she realized he was checking the waitress butt. The cab was still there, she had just paid him. Any other night she would have rushed into the cafe, worried about ruining her hairdo, but not tonight. She barely felt the raindrops brushing her skin as they fell. Glaring at him, that self centered prick. How did she ever loved him? He hadn't even realized she was standing outside. The waitress went back to the kitchen and he barely dissimulated checking her out. That was it. That was the little push she needed. She started walking. How had she not noticed that before?Now crossing the street.Was he now doing all that or was he always like that? Just a few steps from the door. She reaches into her pocket and feels the cold metal. she pulls it out. Her grasp tight. She'll show him. She pushes the door open, the warm air from inside crashing into her face, the ambiance noise of the cafe. No one seems to notice, not that she cares. She walks towards him, her hand slightly raised. If looks could kill, he'd be dead. "You! you self centered, egocentric, prick!" That caught his attention. "Sarah? what are you doing here?" Tom said focusing his look at her, he sees the gun "You're not serious, aren't you doll?". But she's not listening her rage is now too out of control. "You want more passion, Tom? you need more fire? you want someone wilder?!" "Sarah come.." " well how's THIS for passion!"
Bang. A frantic grin is on Sarah's face as the cafe goes wild and Tom's horror expression falls apart. "Good Bye, Tom, You always finished too soon anyways...".

Mess

Do you feel like granting redemption?
Do you believe one can really regret?
Do you even care if I'm broken,
or your heart only holds disdain?

Your silence is what keeps me in this hell.
Makes me feel like I've done this huge mistake
that doesn't diserve forguiveness.
And I ache, I ache in dispair.

And people tell me that it wasn't that bad.
But how it cannot be?
At least that's how you make me feel.
Like hope has left me, there's no salvation for me.

Yet it makes me wonder.
I did a terrible mistake, I said I was sorry,
I did what I could to make it right,
I felt trapped, later disgusted, but now I wonder
if I am to feel this way still?
and it makes me guilty,
so I keep feeling this way
'cause when someone you care for loathes you
and it's your fault, you know it,
what wright could you have to really be happy again?

The many charms of the expletive "fuck"

Because really.... you have to give it credit just for adaptability.....

just think of all the different situations you might say, shout, mutter or scream "fuck!" "fuck you" or all the derivations and well they're a lot...
besides, It's short.
tell you...
I had to translate it and I used a lot of freakin' different words...
and sometimes it loosed power just because it got too long...
and I'm not even mentioning the sex meanings or uses...
because I don't fucking want to. bad subject right now, that's all I'm gonna say.

All of this because yesterday I had to sit my ass for like, 12 hrs (yeah, well, went to the toilet, down for dinner, and dunno what else, but you get the point) translating something like, what 40 pages?
All for a class that I no longer fucking go to.... for complicated reasons, but I still love well, some of my classmates and cared for the rest so... plus the prof. is great, not going to say hot (he kind of is though...but neh, I wanted to hook him up with my sis...) , because it  isn't that...
Still I'm not going to get to do the fun part, and I'm not going to graduate and after this and I have to do my own work, which, I don't mind, and I don't expect a fucking shrine or anything (just for them to understand that I do it because I care about them)
What I DO mind is that I got a terrible headache and made my neck tensions worse (which lead me to almost fainting for the first time in almost 3 fucking weeks, which, for me is a really fucking long time) because I was lead to believe my part was the only fucking part missing!
So imagine my "what the fuckness" when after all this, the person that was supposed to need it the most hadn't used it! and then I find out, it wasn't even all  translated, and well I don't even understand very well anymore...BECAUSE I'M NO FUCKING LONGER IN THAT CLASS!  so I get this pieces of information from different people all scrambled and from time to time and it's just confusing!
fuck...
and who the hell would want to read this shit anyways?
I set my mind to write a funny thing and well... at least someone did use it in the end and I was going to do it anyways so...
back to analyzing...
I guess there's a lot of "motherfuckers" around...
if you take it figuratively....
because every man that has sex with a woman that has kids is a motherfucker...
hell... and to think, if you use that logic, your father is definitely a motherfucker... and you're the son of a motherfucker.... ok too crazy

but in the end, my favourites are a good old "what the fuck?!" and a personal signature of mine... or at least here no one else uses it is " no freakin' fuckin' way".... well the story? I had to say NO WAY very enthusiastically and I use freak and fuck a lot...
so....
darn... most un-fuckin-seen blog on earth!

Cheerios to all you ghost readers!
and many thanks to the reader that stumbles across this! you freakin' fuckin' ROCK!