Cold turkey's a bitch with cramps.

Well I'm tres-unsuccessful in my quest to abandon my lovers.

I threw them all in a scrapbook box under the bed, and pushed my nike boxes in front of them. Then I put some more shit in front of that, making a makeshift barricade and shit.

Only to scramble back to the floor and unearth them at midnight.

I ain't gonna win this one... I'm just not. I see that now. Either I get real dick, or I get dick imposters, but I will NOT go without either one. I mean, a bitch has her limits.

See, when I'm dickless, I'm insane. Point blank. And it's a whole different kinda insane. It's not the insane featured here, where I just drift from one brand of confusion to the next. Naw... it's that irate, I'mma Kick Your Ass if You Look At Me Wrong kinda insane. I cannot afford to be that crazy. Only one week outta the month when I'm on my period. That is my official insanity week, everyone knows it, and they stay outta my way accordingly. But if I'm not suffering through a period then I'm a lot less likely to be quiet and calm since I'm not in pain. Pain in itself is a tranquilizer, because if I'm hurting, I cant kick you in the ankle.

But if I'm just dickless... my feet work just fine. So does my mouth, my fists, and anything else I can use to fight.

So I'm not abandoning my imposters until I get married. Period. I'm not gonna deprive myself of the battery luv that has kept me somewhat mentally stable for the past month and some change. I shall continue to indulge until it is absolutely certain that I will never go without dick again for the rest of my damn natural born black ass life.

And that is final.