And I most unfortunate? I just spent over 30 minutes, spanned over and hour and a half, writing an assinine post for this blog. And it didn't stick. In fact, apparantly, this blog "was not recognized." Hrmmph. Better for you. Because the post I had written required you to read it in a 19th Century British accent and then question a lot of international current affair tragedies. Honest. So count your American Blessings, because they are one of a kind. Seriously, they are ONE OF A KIND. And, don't waste them!
5.01.2006
Is it okay to...
Hey. Is it okay to want to demolish every sense of being of the person you broke up with for the fact that he is moving on?
There are so many times that I just want to find a public place (usually where he's been) and add some comment like "the idiot speaks." Or, "because I'm an asshole." Or, "..plus, I'm a fuckhead."
Sometimes I wonder if I broke up with him? I mean, I'm sure I did. I guess I just don't like the way he's handling it. Because, fuck, it really seems like he's handling it very well. In fact, I think he's married now? Two months later? Well, that's the way it looks anyway.
Most of all, I hate that the majority of my Darker Side of Me posts are about the nuclear fall-out of me ending a relationship. Correction, MY apparant nuclear fall-out. What the fuck? I mean, I did this to make a better place for myself! And I'm the one that ends up all pissed off.
Furthermore, what I really meant to say above, is that I hate that all my Darker Side of Me posts are about me stomping my own heart out. I don't want the posts to just wallow in some pity that I brought on in the first place. I want to bitch about real shit like traffic and general idiosyncracies of a selfish culture; I want to laugh with y'all about Bush (because there's nothing we can do for the next couple of years but laugh, the way I see it- he's certainly NOT reading his audience). I want to complain about the way a pair of pants fits or a bad date with bad breath and bad manners and crap like that.
But I'm not there yet. I'm close though, so bare with me a little longer. By the way, I went on a date with Casanova. When we were kissing at the end, he "rimmed my lips" with his tongue. I didn't respond. Then a few minutes later he said sensually "give me your tongue" and then he proceeded to suck on it. I got a BIG hint that he was looking for a blow job HELLO. But hey, you know what, Don Juan? Not getting it on the first date. Sorry. However, to make nicey, I will say you're one helluva hot guy, and I wouldn't put it past myself to consider something like that in the future. But please remember, kind sir, that in my line of business (which to the gen public, NO, I'm not a hooker, escort, or dancer of any sort), reputation is key, and sometimes I fear that bedroom may hit boardroom, and that could be a liability. So. Consider yourself informed that things go My Speed. Check. See you for dinner Thursday.
There are so many times that I just want to find a public place (usually where he's been) and add some comment like "the idiot speaks." Or, "because I'm an asshole." Or, "..plus, I'm a fuckhead."
Sometimes I wonder if I broke up with him? I mean, I'm sure I did. I guess I just don't like the way he's handling it. Because, fuck, it really seems like he's handling it very well. In fact, I think he's married now? Two months later? Well, that's the way it looks anyway.
Most of all, I hate that the majority of my Darker Side of Me posts are about the nuclear fall-out of me ending a relationship. Correction, MY apparant nuclear fall-out. What the fuck? I mean, I did this to make a better place for myself! And I'm the one that ends up all pissed off.
Furthermore, what I really meant to say above, is that I hate that all my Darker Side of Me posts are about me stomping my own heart out. I don't want the posts to just wallow in some pity that I brought on in the first place. I want to bitch about real shit like traffic and general idiosyncracies of a selfish culture; I want to laugh with y'all about Bush (because there's nothing we can do for the next couple of years but laugh, the way I see it- he's certainly NOT reading his audience). I want to complain about the way a pair of pants fits or a bad date with bad breath and bad manners and crap like that.
But I'm not there yet. I'm close though, so bare with me a little longer. By the way, I went on a date with Casanova. When we were kissing at the end, he "rimmed my lips" with his tongue. I didn't respond. Then a few minutes later he said sensually "give me your tongue" and then he proceeded to suck on it. I got a BIG hint that he was looking for a blow job HELLO. But hey, you know what, Don Juan? Not getting it on the first date. Sorry. However, to make nicey, I will say you're one helluva hot guy, and I wouldn't put it past myself to consider something like that in the future. But please remember, kind sir, that in my line of business (which to the gen public, NO, I'm not a hooker, escort, or dancer of any sort), reputation is key, and sometimes I fear that bedroom may hit boardroom, and that could be a liability. So. Consider yourself informed that things go My Speed. Check. See you for dinner Thursday.
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