I dream of only beautiful things to come in my future. I’ve been told even more so to live as if every last breath is precious and beautiful. Lately, I’ve been pondering many things. There’s just so much to life that devouring into everything at once is impossible. Day by day you have to lift your own spirit up and WANT to capture the world with your own desires.
I can remember a time sitting on the top bunk bed at moms house while living with her still. Still 25/26 or so. I was crying insanely at the thought of never finding the perfect male. What I did was cry out these fears and prayed to God and Cupid to hear my prayers of what I desire in the perfect male. Not only did I pray but I had this list in writing as well- making it just as concrete. Not THE exact the list- but it went something like- yes these are the qualities I demanded. I wanted him to be good looking, confident, no kids, no ex-wife, no psycho ex- girlfriend, nice job, nice place to live, own vehicle, be a jeans/tee kind of guy (because dressed up/suits type wasn’t attractive to me), have a sense of humor, smell good and like me genuinely as the cool girl I am. Now, these were the main qualities I desired. As fate seen it, I met David Allen Latshaw. We met over Yahoo Chat world. I remember talking to him over the phone and liking to talk him and hearing his voice. I remember the day before actually meeting him in person and he called saying he’d come over. I kept saying I don’t know. He actually did come the next day. He arrived in Yakima around noon and my lazy ass was still asleep. He called saying he was at Denny’s. I drove down to Denny’s and asked if a David was there sitting in the restaurant. I drove back home thinking he left. He called back saying he went to Black Angus and ate already having a beer too. He said he wanted to watch the football game. I was like all upset. I told him to wait in the Wendy’s parking lot and I’d be right there. I met him and I thought he was so cute. He followed me in the Blazer and I remember looking in the rearview mirror thinking man this guys cute. I was really excited. Then I had to pack, my clothes in the end bedroom while he talked to Joe and Duval in the living room. I remember he said he was a little nervous and scared. I’m glad he was though. That meant he had butterflies too! I remember thinking damn this a long way to his freaking place. I thought we’d never get there. Man his place smelled and looked really good. I had him show me around. He held my hand.
Little animal he was (still is already)! I just loved the genuine one on one attention he gave me. I felt so real and beautiful. Its like he spoiled me. I remember going to QFC and he was telling me to get whatever I wanted. The feeling made me feel so alive. Oh and very beautiful, special, tingly, wanted, excited and womanly. I just felt like I was on top of the world- I honestly and truly did. This is a wonderful time with my beat- always will be. Cupid and God does listen!
Who are the great entertainers?
To me, there are many different type of great entertainers to a variety of audiences. To me, Chief Joseph and many other strong willed Native Americans are great entertainment with stories of the past. As a Yakama, I take deep pride knowing who I am today. My ancestors fought hard to maintain a culture so beautiful and unique. I mean it took a lot of hard work, endurance, courage, fight, will, determination and strength to survive hardships the Native Americans went through. They were removed off their land and forced to go somewhere they never wanted to go, learn the European religion and their culture and tortured if they resist. It was complete madness. Oh this kind of went off my subject of great entertainers.
Everyone has a weird taste of who/ what is entertainment. Earl (fake name I made up) can love every blonde busted stripper and call that his Friday night entertainment while Mo (another made up name) loves every hard sweating sport out there known to ma. He’d never miss a game even if fifty of the hottest strippers in the world were in town. It all depends on the person. Your parents idolized and loved the Beatles while you think they’re still ugly and old. Your kids love some new young singer while you think they’re slutty and too provocative. Time is of the essence when it comes to some entertainers. I mean its all about the timing and who you want to inspire as your audience. So key essentials to great entertainers is audience, timing, age, sex, talent, ability- well a butt load of other stuff. Hmmm…topic for next time- nothings really risqué anymore. Sex is everywhere. Practically anyways. Its still surprising to see a big breasted, short skirted beautiful woman as breathtaking though.
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