Roose Bolton
Son of Katas
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It’s the little things that make Old Scratch happy
It’s the little things that make Old Scratch happy
of what species? I told you to stay away from goats and the dutch
I’d give it a few more days, see if there’s any movement on the western front. If not, then probably make the next move, for clarities sake.
That’s entirely possible, yeah. There’s a chess Russian metaphor I’d use, but I’m far too sober to properly convey its meaning.
The real story is...
Two Saturdays before Christmas my cousin that I rent from's brother died. He was only 35. It's a ****ing horror show. His mother is my mom's longest living friend and my aunt since she ended up marrying my father's uncle. I of course go to the funereal with my mother.
My cousin Doreen has a long time friend of her own who showed up to pay respects. I have bumped into Marjorie a number of times over the years. Of Hatian descent, she's quite attractive, very verbal and outgoing and works as an X-Ray tech for a hospital. Same age as my cousin so about 3-4 years older than myself.
We always got on well and I've been attracted to her since I first met her growing up. Back then though it was never even a possiblity. No girl getting ready to start her second or third year of college is going to realistically give a teen guy the time of day. We huddled together in the seats at the funereal home and were sort of the ones keeping the other company the whole time. My mom stayed at my aunt's house that night in Jersey, and because she lives in Brooklyn too Marjorie offered me a ride home. I won't get into details but it was a bit of a terror ride with her missing exits and getting lost and me wondering if I would make it back in time to get ready for work that night. Still, she got me back and I offered her dinner at a local place in my neighborhood before I had to go in to the job.
I thought... I wish I could make a move but unfortunately circumstances were definitely against me. Okay, well... you win some you lose some and I just chalked it up to my **** luck. That was weeks back. On Monday my cousin sends me a text which is unusual since she lives right over me and when we need to talk we do it face to face. Doreen texts me that Marjorie asked she give me her number.
Okay... I mull on it for a couple of days.
Finally decide to text her back Thur. Nothing too crazy, a just a non-commital "Wassup. It was nice hanging with you despite the ****ty circumstances etc." deal.
And... Now it's Saturday morning and she still hasn't texted me back or called.
To add to the intrigue there's these two other women sniffing around at this current time too...
Thought's council? Analysis?
Also, the special brand of insanity my brain works under says to make sure you texted the right number, and to make sure there were no typos when entering it. If you don't quadruple-check things, then you're not a lunatic like me.
It took her a few weeks to ask for your number....she doesn't do things in a hurry....she'll contact you when she's ready.Thought's council? Analysis?
they're turning this old bank down the street from me into a brewery and they have a food truck up there, so i grabbed some food to bring home.
a brisket/sausage sandwich with cole slaw
5 cheese mac and cheese
smores cookies
i've felt pretty crummy all day so i hope this helps lol
The brush strokes... so elegant.... yet so violent and fierce.... the coloration... so peaceful yet so exciting....
and Dennis Reynolds... to remind you of what you did... i would truly pay the artist in blood for this.
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....did not expect to wake up to this.