This big city stuff is really really really really really not for me.
And Maybe in Cyberspace
dearoldlove: Unfortunately we were great only on paper.
Pearls Before Swine
I think the problem here is that I am contemptuous. A friend of mine told me he was contemptuous of his former self for dating a girl he isn’t very fond of now. I feel angry and ashamed when I reflect on some characters I’ve had dalliances with, but I don’t know if it could be classified as contempt. What I do feel contemptuous of is Anon’s dating a girl with neither...
Girls know! They can ALWAYS tell. Boys should stop being so daft. What a fugly...– Nicole
It’s okay. Just calm down and get over it, seriously. Carry on, my wayward son.
One has to be a brain-damaged skank to get your attention and/or assistance.
I was a bit troubled by the forced dress code for our housewarming, as I felt it could only end in ugly. Then I realized this was what Anon was going for, and probably comforts him due to its familiarity. Probably feels like home, even.
“I don’t think you understand how pathetic you made me feel.” You need to know that you broke my heart. I don’t care if we’re still in love, if we’re still sharing a bed and a home and a life together. You still broke my heart. I don’t think you realize quite how much you hurt me, and how it’s changed everything. I understand your need to move on, to forge ahead, to create a path forward – but I...
Word Envy I
I wish I could write like this.
Because that’s the thing about Scooby-Doo: The bad guys in every episode aren’t...– Ask Chris #81: Scooby-Doo and Secular Humanism (via love-and-radiation) THIS.
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to...– William Butler Yeats, A Man Young & Old: III. The Mermaid
I love how I said ‘typed a long post’ instead of ‘wrote a long post’. Hah. How very Capote.
This is really weird. I typed a pretty long post, tagged it, and I’m pretty sure I posted it, but now it is missing. One is losing one’s memory, one feels. But in essence. Blah blah blah whine, blah blah blah another crying fit, blah blah been a while since my last one but have now noticed some definite warning signs blah blah such as anxiety and loneliness blah blah. This one has...
9 (Last One For Today Aaron, Promise)
I could not decide between the ice-blue jacket (your favorite color) or the chilli-red one (mine). In the end I stood you up, because it was easier not to deal with my hot-cold feelings.
I had finally perfected the toxin. Once the other continents had been turned into a zombie wasteland, nobody would be making fun of our accents any more.
7 (Sorry Aaron)
The Captain said no when I asked for his hand, flashing my best crocodile smile. Said it wasn’t in the natural order of things. I opened my mouth wide and took it anyway.
Nicole: No wonder he said I'm perfect before. LIKE OBVIOUSLY, COMPARED TO THE GIRLS YOU'VE DATED
Me: AGREED. And trust me, only NOW you're perfect. Give it a year.
Done is better than perfect.– Mark Zuckerberg It’s hard to be a hard worker when you’re just good at doing shit well. Does that sound cunty? Oh well. Does it count as hard work when you’ve worked for everything you have?