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Name: Lonnie
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Gender: Male
Interests: boys, boys, boys, Prince, Angelina Jolie, modeling, fashion, being poor and broke, making people laugh, drawing, Joe Madureira, Quizno's, Chicken strips and honey mustard sauce, JACK RYAN!!! anything blue, being sexy, getting glammed up for work, spending TOO much time on the internet, songwriting, singing, dancing, the usual gay stuff :) Spending even MORE TOO MUCH TIME in front of the mirror, or anything with a reflective surface. You don't like it? So what. Get surgery bitch.
Expertise: All things Lonnie.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Manufacturing
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  LonnieRuth7
Yahoo:  Secretboiy
Member Since:
3/2/2004
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| I don't know why my posts aren't showing up.
Anyway, that black dude from the Twilight poster looks like Lil' Wayne. Wouldn't that be some shit if he was in the movie rapping the whole time?
I'm a vampire,
mother fucking blood sucking vampire
blacker than a million tires
I be all up in they face and they be runnin I be chasin
I'm too cunning
I'ma catcha gonna getcha and do something
first I catch 'em, then I suck 'em,
they pass out and then I fuck 'em
bustin' nuts off like it's nothin
ha ha ha ha bitch I'm comin
I'm a stickler for the sticker
you think you quick, well bitch i'm quicker
First i'm jumpin then I'm hoppin,
you can't catch me you can't stop me....
That'd be some funny shit.
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| I went out with Paul last night to In and Out burger. He told me to call him tonight but didn't answer his phone. 'Tis coolness. He showed me a picture of a guy on his phone that he said he had no idea who he was. Whatever. I must look stupid.
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| I start Job Corps on Tuesday. I am exponentially excited. I can't wait. I am finally released from bondage of AWAD, and just in time too because they were talking about cutting me loose and what not. And frankly, I can't take anymore.
So I am completely finished with Paul. I called him 2 weeks ago because he hasn't called me, and he let me know he went to Puerto Rico for his birthday, and that he had a birthday. I wasn't sure if he had one or not. I mean, I wasn't entirely sure if he was born or not. I had my suspicions. But anyway...yeah...whenever we went out, I made sure I looked my best, where as he looked as if he put no kind of effort into how he looked for me. Plus, he, TO MY FACE, condescended me and compared me to other guys he dated, questioned my priorities, ambition for my self, goals in life, and the position I'm in right now. Telling me how all the other black guys he dated were so successful and good looking and educated and interesting and blah blah bullshit. Yeah. I don't need to be with anyone like that. I didn't find him attractive anyway, he didn't have ANY personality and he just thought his shit don't smell like shit. So i'm moving on to better things. I know I'll meet someone who'll see the potential, ability, ambition, drive, and passion in me and love me for what I can accomplish, instead of what I haven't. I mean, shit. I want to enjoy my 20's. I can buy a house and shit when I turn 30. And Tuesday is not coming fast enough.
Peaces.
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| Paul stood me up AGAIN last night. He gets on my nerves. I fucking hate that shit. I am SO damn irritated. People just all up on me in this damn house. I'm ready to move. Like today or something. I'm still waiting on that paperwork from the orthodontist. I really want to go back to school. I e-mailed those papers like 3 weeks ago or something, and they haven't been sent back yet. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGHH!! And Patty is standing in the doorway of the kitchen just staring the black off my ass. I fucking hate that shit. Then every time I get on the computer, Britney plops herself in the corner of the goddamn couch and just fucking stares at me and is all up on the damn screen trying to see what I'm looking at or whatever and talking to me and shit. I'm just fucking sick of living here and these irritatin ass muthafuckas. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGH!!!
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| I went out with Paul again tonight. I asked him if we were on a "date", and he said "No, I'm just taking a friend to the movies." Nigga please. I know a date when I'm on one. Then he mentioned how whenever he calls the house, either Brittany or Patty will answer it and call him my boyfriend, which he clearly is not, and is well content in not trying to be. Well, from the front he puts up at least. I keep trying to break him out his shell, but he is having none of that for some reason. What I can surmise from the small things I pick up is that IF we were together, he would want me to be someone I'm not. It seems he has control issues. VERY strong control issues, he would get suspicious very quick, and oh boy, let's NOT mention jealousy. I think he sees I'm way too free spirited to be chained down by someone's comformity, therefore, since he can't control me, he doesn't want me. That sounds accurate and fair. Because I wouldn't want to be with someone who didn't laugh at my jokes, didn't play flirt with me, always quiet and distant, just like how he is right now. So...there's that. On one level, I want him to just leave me alone. I'd rather be by myself than with someone who isn't even convincingly honest about where he and I stand. Are we dating, or are we not, because it looks like we are. Do you want to be with me, or not, because if not, you are taking an awful lot of initiative. His friends were at the theatre tonight, I wonder why he didn't introduce me to them? Oh, and there's also the language thang. I can't understand 8/10 of what comes out of his mouth. He acts like he doesn't want to talk, and that when he does, he doesn't want to do it. Which I don't mind. I don't see nothing wrong with a little shut the fuck up-ness.
oh well.
c'est la vie.
nighters.
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