detoxing

Je parle francais! Un francais Quebecois!!

Allo.

In other news, job interview on Monday

Space.

I needed space, I got space. It's great but it echoes... I can still hear her voice reverberating in the rafters. I see her in particles of dust, floating absentmindedly in a field of sunbeams. I feel her against my skin. It's sad to know she feels the same way, but still can't allow herself to be here - in space. She remains grounded to her decisions. I love her, so I must tell her goodbye.

One last kiss.

FUCK!

I really can't stand this emotional instability... I either need to see a shrink or to go take a job in the woods.

Each day she is away... each message we send each other, they send me so high into the sky... when I see her I'm floating... but I crash everytime...


I liked it back when I could just be a functional depressed person.... I liked it when I could get high all the time to self medicate... I need to start jogging.


I have a job interview tomorrow. Wish me luck, nobody.

Is there anything more fun than an afternoon of making out, drinking tea, and eating fancy cupcakes? Is there?

Arrrggh... she's gone. Overseas for a time that seems too long.

Longing for a half-love, is that what it's come to... for her attention is surely divided in halves, probably sixteenths.

It's so messed up!

You know of this effect that guys describe - that when they are single, then women are disinterested in them. But once they are taken, all of a sudden women can sense the change, and are EXTREMELY interested...

I'm not even really taken, yet this effect is undeniable... old flames trying to get in touch out of nowhere... the amount of flirty looks I've been getting in the metro is insane! (winter is also when I look best, no sweat stains, lots of scarves and fun hats).

Meanwhile I've got this nutty ex who is (I'm 95% sure) stalking me! Getting strangers to send me facebook messages in her name... I'm glad she doesn't know where I live!



So love is all around me, but I'm only getting the slightest glimpses...

I did get to go see her off at the station... how amazingly romantic is that, a surprise visit, a sentimental gift, a secret kiss....


I guess one day soon, in the next couple of months, by july at the latest, I will know where I'm going... I just hope I don't get hit by a bus or some such shit before then...

why is there no emoticon of a smiley face with a massive boner?

There's this girl I really do love and she can't be with me, but we talk alot and see each other from time to time, though we don't get to talk much then (if you catch my drift).

I'd like her to send me nude pics... I wish I could shoot her, my own suicide girl

Ever been tempted to buy a hidden camera? I have entertained the idea, along with the telescope in a giant apartment complex... I'm a voyeur, i guess.

I'm pretty bland when it comes to oddball sexual quirks... but I would like to tie you up in the japanese style and have you suspended from the ceiling over my bed.

Life's too short to worry about shit


I can appreciate your tatoos, ladies. The permanence inspires me. Sure, you might one day regret it. But there's something beautiful about you taking that chance.

I'd like to get a tattoo some day.

I'd like to get a tattoo with a girl, matching tattoos... almost like a logo, a team's inisgnia, a blood pact

I'd get your name tattooed on my heart, on the inside of my lips, on the back of my skull...

I'd tattoo myself to you, sink into your skin, little bits of me getting into your bloodstream

The sweat from summer lovemaking would coat our tats, making them shine, we'd make each other radiate

I'd draw my own tattoo and hold it up against the light, your skin against the stars


We could get tattoos like the back inside cover of a mad magazine, and when our skin wrinkles and sags, then and only then would the true meaning be revealed...

baby