Michael La

Your everyday bad ass mother fucker.

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Christmas Eve… Hungry. Stuck at a house. With nothing to do. Can’t wait for Christmas, where I will be repeating the same thing…

Christmas Eve… Hungry. Stuck at a house. With nothing to do. Can’t wait for Christmas, where I will be repeating the same thing…

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Dreams are interesting hints of life.

Obviously, I have forgotten the majority of my dream from last night. I remembered a few key things that happened and I found some of them quite ironic. I guess this is the one that really caught my attention.

Adultery 
To dream that you commit adultery or have an affair signifies your sexual urges and desires that are longing to be expressed. Alternatively, it indicates self-betrayal of your subconscious. You may find yourself entangled in a situation that is not in your best interest, perhaps even illegal.

Funny how I can relate so much to the last part. 


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Today is my anniversary with my significant other. I’ve always seems to ruin all significant days that tend to come up. Maybe its just my unfortunate turn of life circumstances, maybe it’s because I’m just a minuscule human being. Being the person I am, my childish play made a turn for the worse. While he was playing with his video games, I threw a pen (to play around and get his attention). It then became a butter knife and it hit his face. At that moment, I had created such a rage in him that he cursed and threw a shoe directly towards me. He slammed the door and then went back to get his keys to take me to a Starbucks to get wifi. When I went out the door with him, he spat on me and we continued to his vehicle. We sat there and he began his interrogation, he question why that action had been committed. He made a reference to his deceaced father who was stabbed. He hated me for stabbing his face, from what he said. Sitting in the passenger seat, my mouth could not speak. Fearful, I knew a simple apology would not make the situation any better. We went to a Walgreens to get a first-aid kit and peroxide for the gash I had created upon his cheek. We proceeded to the car, he cleaned his gash and cried. I opened a gauze packet for him and he said to stop helping him. He then pulled to the next parking lot over where he threatened to hit me and make a scar on my face. He parked and I felt that my next fate was to feel the wrath from his fist upon my face. I sat there and I cried, ready. He then went on to say that he really wouldn’t hit me because he loved me. He kept questioning why I did what I did. I couldn’t answer, I knew it was a dumb act. That’s what I thought it would be, I had no bad intention to cause any dear harm to him, but I did. He then took me to the Starbucks that was right across the street and he told me to get out of the car. I went inside, ordered a hot tea, then opened my laptop to find out who could take my shift today. I contacted everone I could to cover my closing shift today. During that process, he came in, ordered and drink, told me to not call him, to find my own ride, whispered “fuck you”, and then left. I eventually found someone to take my shift for today, and now I’m sitting at this Starbucks with my laptop, phone, wallet, and tea. I had an odd dream last night, but I’ll talk about that in the next post… maybe. If I really feel like it.

Today is my anniversary with my significant other. I’ve always seems to ruin all significant days that tend to come up. Maybe its just my unfortunate turn of life circumstances, maybe it’s because I’m just a minuscule human being. Being the person I am, my childish play made a turn for the worse. While he was playing with his video games, I threw a pen (to play around and get his attention). It then became a butter knife and it hit his face. At that moment, I had created such a rage in him that he cursed and threw a shoe directly towards me. He slammed the door and then went back to get his keys to take me to a Starbucks to get wifi. When I went out the door with him, he spat on me and we continued to his vehicle. We sat there and he began his interrogation, he question why that action had been committed. He made a reference to his deceaced father who was stabbed. He hated me for stabbing his face, from what he said. Sitting in the passenger seat, my mouth could not speak. Fearful, I knew a simple apology would not make the situation any better. We went to a Walgreens to get a first-aid kit and peroxide for the gash I had created upon his cheek. We proceeded to the car, he cleaned his gash and cried. I opened a gauze packet for him and he said to stop helping him. He then pulled to the next parking lot over where he threatened to hit me and make a scar on my face. He parked and I felt that my next fate was to feel the wrath from his fist upon my face. I sat there and I cried, ready. He then went on to say that he really wouldn’t hit me because he loved me. He kept questioning why I did what I did. I couldn’t answer, I knew it was a dumb act. That’s what I thought it would be, I had no bad intention to cause any dear harm to him, but I did. He then took me to the Starbucks that was right across the street and he told me to get out of the car. I went inside, ordered a hot tea, then opened my laptop to find out who could take my shift today. I contacted everone I could to cover my closing shift today. During that process, he came in, ordered and drink, told me to not call him, to find my own ride, whispered “fuck you”, and then left. I eventually found someone to take my shift for today, and now I’m sitting at this Starbucks with my laptop, phone, wallet, and tea. I had an odd dream last night, but I’ll talk about that in the next post… maybe. If I really feel like it.