The Sausage

Something I wrote a long time ago...

Once upon a time, there was a nameless girl, or a girl with no name, no identity. She spent her days doing the same dreary routine: wake up, feed younger siblings, go to school, come home, take care of said younger siblings until nightfall, then go to sleep, only to awake once more the next day with a whole lot of the same to do.

But then she met a man, a man with a bum leg and a rather large lump on the left side of his head. They met by chance; He was walking down the street as the girl was walking up it on her way toward home from school. He stumbled and fell into the street, and the girl pulled him back to the sidewalk and safety. The man thanked her for her kindness, gave her something that was wrapped in butcher paper, got up, and started away. Our favorite girl uncovered the object inside the package, and to her utter... -Whatever the heck one feels when they find something so out of place, so strange, that it makes them second-guess the nature of, well... Everything... So lets just go with- ... Astonishment, discovered it held a lump of sausage. Confused, she turned around to ask something along the lines of "What the hell?" only to find the odd man had vanished. She couldn't explain it, but she had a feeling that her life would never be the same, that the man and the lump of pork she was holding in her hand would somehow alter her destiny. She was scared... but she was also hungry.

To be Continued...

So...

Having had another brief crisis of identity, I am back on track and good to go. Unfortunatley, my blog and porn collection suffered greatly. As you can see, this is the only post that exists in the bloody, ravaged, body-strewn battlefield that is the reality of this blog. During said crisis, I went back and deleted any post that I considered 'immature' or 'childish', which just happened to be everything. At the time, well, I was trying to save myself from sending the wrong message. Months and months or loyally sitting at my computer and typing away ended in a tragic genocide of the written word. But alas, I am yet determined to continue posting updates of my life to my very small group of fans. Also, I got rid of all my bondage porn. : (

So hello, and welcome to this joyous pile of brain moop! I am your *hopefully* straight-acting and masculine host, Zac. You may also call me Bootsie... Or by my drag name, Shanequa DeLorenta Anaconda Jackson. Whatever pleases you the most. I'm currently going through a bit of insomnia, but what's new. There's a stack of Men's Health magazines to my right and a pile of bills and Invader Zim DVDs to my left. There's light in my heart and a smile on my face, mostly because I just had a flashback to a Will & Grace episode where Jack says the same thing while presenting his rather nice butt to Grace for a kiss. King Ferdinand the IV (a dead baby shark in a jar) stares at me with lifeless, deflated eyes, his mouth forever agape in a silent wail for freedom. My bathroom light is on, and my refrigerator is making weird noises, an all-too-common occurrence.

... But anyway, I lost my train of thought. But you can definitley expect more posts to come!!