So...this one girl loves me. She's a friend of one of my girlfriends, and we seem to be talking more and more, but I don't know. Hmm.
I know she loves me for several reasons.
1. Girl in question tried to get my good friend Eric to tell her whether or not I fancied her after I left some random party. I had only met girl in question
twice up to this point, so why pester my friend to reveal who I'm interested in?
Eric: "Brent is one of my best friends...why the hell would I tell you? Why don't you ask him or figure it out yourself?"
Girl in Question: "We're all drunk and so are you...you can just blame that for whatever you say, Brent won't care."
You girls are so easy to figure out.
2. Girlfriend of mine consistently alludes to me liking girl in question. I deny all charges, so why do you keep asking me? Answer: your friend (girl in question) wants to know.
3. I was in LA to go to some stupid museum for a class project...girl in question asked if I wanted to meet for lunch since I would be in the area. Girlfriend of mine thinks I love girl in question simply because I agreed to have lunch with her.
She is one of the funniest girls I've come across in a long time, and she has a great personality...but I don't know. I'm really not in the mood for a relationship right now, and I'm not even sure if I'm attracted to her very much on a physical level (not as important as character, but it has to be there).
This probably makes me a horrible person (I could care less though, which makes me even more horrible), but I think I might consider a purely physical/intimate relationship as long as emotions don't get involved...yeah, that would be fun, I think.
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On a different note, here's an amazing dream I had last night:
I dreamt that I was standing outside of a really tall and ominous apartment building (think Eastern European Soviet housing during the Cold War, if you can picture that) and decided to walk in. Once I got inside, Satan told me that he was in the basement, and that he had a special gift for me: he had given me the power to transform myself into any person I wanted, whenever I desired. He then told me to go and enjoy my new abilities and ruin the lives of everyone in the apartment building. Even though he didn't tell me how, I knew exactly what to do (you always do in dreams).
I went up to one of the apartment's two elevators and went up a few floors. I picked a room and knocked on a door. When the man answered the door, I was already transformed into a perfect copy of his wife:
"You haven't been satisfying me lately, so I just got back from sucking the dicks of every guy on the floor! How's that, you motherfucker? I'm a fucking slut!"
I slammed the door and picked another room. An old woman answered the door, and I appeared as the bullet-ridden corpse of her dead husband:
"Before I died in Vietnam, I impregnated four Vietnamese hookers from Hannoi and pawned my wedding ring to pay for booze. I stopped loving you not even a year into my tour of duty."
The same sort of thing happened for what seemed like an eternity. I went around from floor to floor, apartment to apartment, ruining everyone's lives. I kept hearing Satan in one ear laughing his ass off as I was going around doing my mischief.
After a little while longer, I was drawn outside of the apartment building for some reason, and a white van pulled up. Out jumped three acquaintances of mine, all fanatical Christians, and bright rays from the sky shot down and illuminated the area. They kept telling me that Jesus could save me and that God would forgive my wicked ways. I could hear Satan screaming that he was being killed by the beams of light, so I ran back into the lobby of the building, but it was too late; Satan had been killed.
I was slightly sad at first, since my powers had now been stripped from me, but then I realized how amazing the situation was: since Satan was dead, I was obviously the person to take his place! (dreams make so much sense)
I was quite happy at the news, and I opened up a stairway in the ground that went down to Hell...
...and then I woke up. What a weird fucking dream.
I know she loves me for several reasons.
1. Girl in question tried to get my good friend Eric to tell her whether or not I fancied her after I left some random party. I had only met girl in question
twice up to this point, so why pester my friend to reveal who I'm interested in?
Eric: "Brent is one of my best friends...why the hell would I tell you? Why don't you ask him or figure it out yourself?"
Girl in Question: "We're all drunk and so are you...you can just blame that for whatever you say, Brent won't care."
You girls are so easy to figure out.
2. Girlfriend of mine consistently alludes to me liking girl in question. I deny all charges, so why do you keep asking me? Answer: your friend (girl in question) wants to know.
3. I was in LA to go to some stupid museum for a class project...girl in question asked if I wanted to meet for lunch since I would be in the area. Girlfriend of mine thinks I love girl in question simply because I agreed to have lunch with her.
She is one of the funniest girls I've come across in a long time, and she has a great personality...but I don't know. I'm really not in the mood for a relationship right now, and I'm not even sure if I'm attracted to her very much on a physical level (not as important as character, but it has to be there).
This probably makes me a horrible person (I could care less though, which makes me even more horrible), but I think I might consider a purely physical/intimate relationship as long as emotions don't get involved...yeah, that would be fun, I think.
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On a different note, here's an amazing dream I had last night:
I dreamt that I was standing outside of a really tall and ominous apartment building (think Eastern European Soviet housing during the Cold War, if you can picture that) and decided to walk in. Once I got inside, Satan told me that he was in the basement, and that he had a special gift for me: he had given me the power to transform myself into any person I wanted, whenever I desired. He then told me to go and enjoy my new abilities and ruin the lives of everyone in the apartment building. Even though he didn't tell me how, I knew exactly what to do (you always do in dreams).
I went up to one of the apartment's two elevators and went up a few floors. I picked a room and knocked on a door. When the man answered the door, I was already transformed into a perfect copy of his wife:
"You haven't been satisfying me lately, so I just got back from sucking the dicks of every guy on the floor! How's that, you motherfucker? I'm a fucking slut!"
I slammed the door and picked another room. An old woman answered the door, and I appeared as the bullet-ridden corpse of her dead husband:
"Before I died in Vietnam, I impregnated four Vietnamese hookers from Hannoi and pawned my wedding ring to pay for booze. I stopped loving you not even a year into my tour of duty."
The same sort of thing happened for what seemed like an eternity. I went around from floor to floor, apartment to apartment, ruining everyone's lives. I kept hearing Satan in one ear laughing his ass off as I was going around doing my mischief.
After a little while longer, I was drawn outside of the apartment building for some reason, and a white van pulled up. Out jumped three acquaintances of mine, all fanatical Christians, and bright rays from the sky shot down and illuminated the area. They kept telling me that Jesus could save me and that God would forgive my wicked ways. I could hear Satan screaming that he was being killed by the beams of light, so I ran back into the lobby of the building, but it was too late; Satan had been killed.
I was slightly sad at first, since my powers had now been stripped from me, but then I realized how amazing the situation was: since Satan was dead, I was obviously the person to take his place! (dreams make so much sense)
I was quite happy at the news, and I opened up a stairway in the ground that went down to Hell...
...and then I woke up. What a weird fucking dream.
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niamh:
You're lucky you can remember your dreams. I rarely can and it's rather depressing.
liv3:
What a vivid, scary dream..