Today. Stefanie's Walter has been cheating on her. He is such a man's man if this is true. All those boys are little turds. His hair smells of shit, and he is my friend.
Supposedly he got Sam(atha) pregnant. I don't half-believe any of it until I talk to Walter. He is a drug head; an impediment to any longterm progress of his mind and desires. But what the hell; the mind crafts the self into hell, an internal construction. And Walter is a poet, a dealer in my craft. He is stuck in his ass.
Stefanie was dramatically depressed. She is dramatic anyhow. I advised her to take some time in rest, and to call me if she wanted to do something. She has an annoying personality, but what the shit!
Today, I turned in the final draft of a setting compostion for my creative writing class. I'm sure there will be critique on it (well needed), and a shining "A" inked on the paper?
Chinese New Year Rock Out Song
Yo, it's the Chinese New Year,