Ah, the journal entry of an introspective man. You could read this, then go and chuck on a Radiohead CD and literally not be able to hear the music - that's how much your tolerance would have changed.
Dude, I've just been out in the yard, lugging around huge logs. I got to take my shirt off - I was like, totally manly. If I actually had body hair, I doubt anybody could have stood in my presence and not wept. As it is, I'm stuck with my 23 chest hairs (yeah, I counted them just for this).
In some ways, I like that kind of psychical labour, because it gives me time to think, but not got caught up in these feedback loops where I mull over the same idea and don't move on. It's like... a handy replacement for hardcore sex0rs when you don't want to risk hurting anyone. [and I don't. I fucked this up once already].
I'm terrified to tell her this, but I like feeling vulnerable and not having an urge to overcome it through anger. I'm done with trying to figure out what went wrong, and I think a little distance has really helped. The worst thing that could have happened has already passed, so I'm actually looking forward to seeing her again I don't even know if she's reading this... it's frightening to thinik she might be, as it's much easier to say this kind of thing in the presence of (almost) total strangers.. uh, here goes: I'm done looking for a solution, as if it's something I have to work towards unemotionally. I'll never ask you to change for me. I happen to find you extraordinarily interesting and I would like to know you better. Seeing what happens is part of the fun, and I don't want any promises other than that you'll try to trust me on this.
Hey and Batman fucking rocks - chuck your essays and go see it for god's sake!
Dude, I've just been out in the yard, lugging around huge logs. I got to take my shirt off - I was like, totally manly. If I actually had body hair, I doubt anybody could have stood in my presence and not wept. As it is, I'm stuck with my 23 chest hairs (yeah, I counted them just for this).
In some ways, I like that kind of psychical labour, because it gives me time to think, but not got caught up in these feedback loops where I mull over the same idea and don't move on. It's like... a handy replacement for hardcore sex0rs when you don't want to risk hurting anyone. [and I don't. I fucked this up once already].
I'm terrified to tell her this, but I like feeling vulnerable and not having an urge to overcome it through anger. I'm done with trying to figure out what went wrong, and I think a little distance has really helped. The worst thing that could have happened has already passed, so I'm actually looking forward to seeing her again I don't even know if she's reading this... it's frightening to thinik she might be, as it's much easier to say this kind of thing in the presence of (almost) total strangers.. uh, here goes: I'm done looking for a solution, as if it's something I have to work towards unemotionally. I'll never ask you to change for me. I happen to find you extraordinarily interesting and I would like to know you better. Seeing what happens is part of the fun, and I don't want any promises other than that you'll try to trust me on this.
Hey and Batman fucking rocks - chuck your essays and go see it for god's sake!