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You seemed very good together. Can't it be mended? At least for my sake, so I can laugh at your cute double posting? You don't want me to have to come over there and spank you both, do you? OK..maybe you do...but still...Damn Fucken Bloody Hell Shitty Craps. |
Shit. Why did it have to happen this way? |
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crap now my screen play is kapute!!! KIDDING!!!! isolde, i hate that. If i could put money on it, i'd bet you guys will find a way back. where are you going and why? |
Because I can, essentially. I don't know if we'll find a way back. Sober, and all that good stuff, I'm thinking about events more clearly. He did something pretty unpardonable, and I think I'm justified in being upset with him. Granted, I guess I could have found a more subtle way to discuss it with him that charging him in the aisles of Safeway. I felt like such white trash. I would like to remain his friend, but I'm wondering if there will be enough time to patch even that up. *sigh* Damnit. |
we all make mistakes, and as long as it isn't a common theme our loved ones need to kick our asses and then kiss our noses and say if you do it again there will be no nose kissing. |
And Isolde, get your ass over there and tell him you can't leave on these terms. It seems to me that you're both just going crazy at the thought of being separated. Maybe, you can blame whatever he did on temporary insanity caused by Isolde withdrawals. |
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don't think i'm odd. i have this thing about gender. i would love to blow of social work and merely do gender studies in a major university's sociology department, but damn me for wanting to help people one on one. you'll see though. just remember how are women viewed by lots of evil men... (they aren't all evil, just some of them). it will be in the mail tomorrow, if i can find a box. |
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Then kiss and make up. |
that said: MY DIRTY LAUNDRY. I'm taking a hiatus from sorabji in an attempt to keep things civil. I'll be lurking, probably. Who knows? I tend to sort of wander around the internet, in and out of infatuation with different communities. Ramble. I must be drunk. right, then. I don't want you to leave. especially on these terms. There's a lot more life out there. I'm really not running away. Things just keep getting in the way... my life is exploding right now. Hell, everything in this town is exploding right now. Except the police station. Could be a conspiracy. |
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straight up buttafly. |
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No, antithesis is right--I think I want Sorabji to myself for a bit. It's really wierd to think that he's reading my posts here, even though none of them are things he can't read--it's more like I'd rather he didn't, you know? Anyway. Enough on that train of thought. I hate to disappoint all you romantics, but we certainly won't be getting back together, as painful as that is. I think that eventually we'll be friends. We're working on it, but the peace talks keep breaking down, mostly because someone interrupts. *sigh* Anyway. *sorrow* |
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I HATE OUR FRIENDS! THIS IS BULLSHIT! okay. enough capslock. all the same, I'm still really pissed, and I am gonna leave for a while, honest-like. But this is shit. And if we're not gonna keep this private, than whatever. I kee getting told how I was fooling around with someone else. I know none of you know me, but it's total bullshit. Isolde, of all people, should know this. Am I in love with her? yes. Was the breakup necessary? totally. If that seems weird to the rest of you, well, join the crowd. It's a weird fucking life, huh? Now she's on her way to the east coast, so I can post this and then run away with my tail between my legs before she sees it. fuck. look. You all know the game wherein you show a united front, right? We've always been sorta unsteady, and we have some clashy issues. I hate the fact that I'm doing this here. fuck. Here's a weird bit, really: I AM MALE, YET I HAVE SEX ISSUES. weird ones. There is no pants-entering, there never was any pants-entering; and if I'm not getting with Isolde, I'm sure as hell not gonna get with anybody else. right. This is a totally sober post, but I'm gonna regret it alot more than the drunk ones. strange. Someone left a very angry playlist on my winamp yesterday. THIS IS NOT A MOVIE. yeah, right. just keep telling yourself that. hell. now I'm gonna be too embarrased to post here again. compassion and chaos. or is it chaos and compassion? Peace. (there's one for the annoying sayings thread?) |
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I never, actually, for the record, said that there any pants getting. Desire, perhaps, but nothing ever came of it. In St. Louis, I almost called--I felt so alone and vulnerable and in the middle of nowhere that I almost picked up the phone and talked to Antithesis. I'm kind of glad I didn't, if I would have been recieved that way. It makes me sad. I'm not angry, just disappointed, and upset, but I'm not angry, and I don't plan to be. It's a pity antithesis is, and it's a pity he resents me for posting on these boards, which are my only friends right now. But that's the way life is, sometimes, I suppose. Ok. For the record, antithesis didn't fool around with her, by all accounts. However, he wanted to, she wanted to, and in my mind, the thought is as good as the deed. They claimed they, uh, didn't want to hurt me, which is dandy, but it was a shitty way to do it. Hiding from me and waiting until I left to do it would have been shitty too. But sometimes adults don't think like adults should, and this is the result. |
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you're both good eggs. I don't want to see anymore heart-wrenching this-is-what-happened notes (it makes me sad for you), but I would like to know what happens. I'm nosey, but not intrusive. |
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