You know how you feel like you are smarter than everyone, with the exception of-oh I don't know doctors, or something? Yeah, I know, I'm the same way. However, there are those times when you realize that your intelligence cannot be surpassed, even by those members of society entrusted with maintaining your health and safety. And here I'm referring to my therapist. By all means, if you are struggling with depression or anxiety or something, seek therapy. What will happen is you will think to yourself, "hey, no shit" after everything that you hear your therpist suggest. This will be helpful, though indirectly, and it will also do nothing to curb your arrogance. Although it just occured to me that maybe my particular therapist is an inpostor, just like in the film 'Mumford'. It also just occured to me how awesome that would be.
One of my neighbors is a thirtyish single mom, raising a little boy, I'm guessing that he is 8. The mom is hot. The horrifying part is that she sort of reminds me of my mom when I was 8. Not the "hot" part, the single mom part. I'm torn between wanting a hot love affair and wanting her to come over to do my laundry and make me fish sticks and Mac and cheese for dinner.
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I need more pictures on la hazablog. I am a visual learner, help me out here. okay.
HZA, i love you man. i went to therapy (as you know) and i know EXACTLY what you're talking about. as far as the hot mom goes, i'd avoid her, even in fantasy. she'll always be trying to picture you as daddy material, which as JOHNNY can tell you will really put a crimp on the 'ol sex life.
Hi, there. It's me. Chloe. It's been a while, I am aware, but it's nothing personal, nor am I in trouble on an account of Ronnie's bad decision-making abilities. I've been overwhelmed and overworked at school. I had to write three papers and take two exams. I don't know if these teachers and professors are lacking heart and soul or if they do not remember that they were young, too, once, and that there is only so much a student can take. Ok, I'm sorry, reallyreallyreally sorry to make you listen and read to all of this, but it's how I feel, and it's not a very good excuse for not being there for you lately, especially since you've been having trouble with your therapist, although I do want to point out that she is there to help you, not hurt you. Ok? Sometimes, a lot of my friends go to youth group meetings at the church when we're feeling confused about life and love, and even though most of my friends go there to scam for fresh young male blood, I go for the spirituality, and to scam on the teachings of God. Have you ever thought about hooking up with Jesus Christ? He's a great listener.
OHMYGOSH, it is, like, raining SOOOOOOOOOOO hard down here in O.C. and the surrounding areas. It's making me mad because it gets slow at work when it rains, and because I hate to walk in the rain to my classes. Hey, do you like the rain or sun better? How about fall or winter?
Ok, so even though I've been SUPER busy lately, I did have time to write a new poem, and I just wanted to know what you think and how good you think it is. Is that ok? It is sort of metaphorical, which is when something sort of sounds like something else. Ok, here it is:
'When The Speed Limit is 55,' or 'Even A Pontiac Grand Am Can't Keep You From Drooling on Your Pillowcase In The Middle of The Night' by Chloe Dove
Life is like an unpaved street, with bumps and stops in the road.
Maybe you have an empty trunk, or maybe you carry a full load.
You makes some stops, you yield at times, you wait for the light to turn green.
You can't drive to Virginia on only one tank, or you will definitely run out of steam.
Your not faster than a jet, or a really fast airplane;
You can only do what God hands you,
Or on your vehicle you'll put a lot of strain.
On this road, you can walk, skip, bike or drive,
But it's the desination at the end for which we all do strive.
Maybe you're going to Denny's to feed your confused soul,
Maybe you're running from someone, a person whose heart you just stole.
Maybe the police are after you, telling you to give it back.
How do you explain to them you took it since it's something that you yourself just lack?
Maybe you are just cruising along, searching for something,
And as you run all the red lights,
Your cell phone begins to ring.
You hope it's someone telling you just exactly where to go.
But instead it's a wrong number, asking for a 'Joe.' (or, ho, blow, snow-all of these words rhyme)
Sometimes, you get a wrong number, on this lifelong road,
Or you get lost, tired, or hopeless, stuck in a traffic mode.
Wherever you are going, wherever you've just been,
Watch the road ahead of you, don't pull into the drive-through of sin.
Drive at a moderate and legal pace,
Don't be influenced by the other drivers around you,
Just follow the signs and directions you have, and do what you have to do.
Then, one day, your car or bike or scooter will break down,
You'll hope it's in a comfortable place, in your own hometown.
They say they cannot fix the car, it's far beyond hope.
They start to teach your family about how they can cope.
You will end up in a junkyard, or your parts will be given away.
You start out driving happily, your dead by the end of the day.
And then, someone just gets a new car and forgets all about you,
Because in this life, this road, this journey, no one cares what you do.
Is it ok???? I hope so. By the way, I noticed on one of your blogs you said something about Nick Lachey being gay. I was wondering about you and why you would say that, when he is obviously heterosexually married to hit pop singer and soon-to-be star in 'Dukes of Hazard' as Daisy Duke, Jessica Simpson. He's not married to a MAN is he? So how can he be gay? DId he say, 'oh, hi, my name is Nick Lachey and I like other mens' sexual organs'? I don't think so. This is a man born on the border of Tennessee and some other southern state who went to school in Cincinnati before joining the hit boy band 98 degrees. He is not in a gay band group. He is just a guy married to a girl who is more popular and funnier than him and they are having their lives taped, though not in the bedroom. You probably are the type of man who thinks that famous men who are rich enough to care about their looks and house are gays. You probably also hate Usher and Justin Timberlake, huh? I know your type. Ronnie always says these type of people are gay. So, who isn't gay? Only people not on MTV? Are all people on MTV gay? What about Billie Joe Armstrong? He is a hottie from Green Day. He is not the same. But probably you think he is lame, too, because he is popular, right? Is he gay, though? I'm just wondering, because people like you judge people and they are just doing what they want to be doing, and that doesn't turn them gays, or lame. So, who do you like? How about Jaime Foxx? Is he gay too???? Just wondering. Sorry for being tough and pointful, but Nick Lachey is NOT gay, and he is a hottie, a real hottie and his name is pronounced La-Shay, not Latchie or Latch-key, and not La-Gay. Ok?
Your concerned and cryptic though not commercial nor clonic companion, Chloe Dove
Dudes and dudettes, I think Usher really is gay.
Chloe, Some good stuff in your poem...but some of it needs revision or maybe concision...like cutting out the bad parts and leaving the good parts. I can go into further detail if you like. i hope my unsolicited criticism doesn't turn you off to writing. Then you'd never get better. I once wrote the kinds of songs that my friends would always criticize and comment on, but I kept at it and now I'm a huge rock star and I fuck those same friends' girlfriends when their not looking (the friends, I mean)
Hi, it's me, Chloe Dove, and I just want to say a few things and then I have to go because Ronnie wants to use the computer. He told mom he's looking for jobs on the internet, but he's just going to look at pornography. I know that's what he's doing. I wasn't born yesterday.
Firstly, I think it's neat people are interested in my poems and stuff, but I WOULD like to know who is this 'rock star' who would like to give me unsolicited "advice" (by the way, if you mean anything sexual by the word "advice," such as looking at my chest or asking me to touch you, you can forget it completely) regarding my writing. And I don't know what you do with other peoples' girlfriends, but I DO want to let you know that you wrote, "but I kept at it and now I'm a huge rock star and I fuck those same friends' girlfriends when their not looking". I just wanted to let you know that 'their' should be spelled 'they're.' I don't if someone proof-reads your song lyrics, but maybe someone should be. And second guy who responded, I am not allowed to post any pictures online, or mom and dad will ground me. Maybe we could meet in person one day if you're in the Orange County area. Are you? I like to go to Olive Garden and get all you can eat salad and breadsticks. How about you?
Ok, that's all I have to say, because Ronnie said he's ready to 'look at some hot Asian titties and nasty Alabama bitches.'
Since this response is not addressed to hza housman Thomas housman, I'll just say,
goodbye, from Chloe Dove
Can Ronnie post pictures of himself? Ronnie = American Hero.
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