well..its been an interesting few days.
i've come to the conclusion that i will always be the other woman.
that's my title. its what i do. never the woman, just the other one. the quick fuck on the side because i was always damn good.
fucking christ, you're clawing at my heartstrings.
anyways..
so interesting few days..
and i really dont have anything to say about it..
monday, had dinner with misguided and went for drinks with him and his friend, lovely kids they are.
tonight, well..last night now i guess, was nine inch nails.
fucking incredible.
there are no words.
better than sex.
its just disappointing that i couldn't deal with the 1000 sweaty bodies depriving me of oxygen and crushing my ribcage. i really wish i could have been as close as i was when he played hurt. ah well. alone day.
and now..
fuck. something isn't right..i feel all...i dont know.
lost.
dejected.
neither come close to being the right word.
i was really hoping you'd be waiting on my doorstep so i wouldn't have to sleep alone.
alas. you weren't here. and my bed is cold. and empty. and i'm dreading crawling into it to contemplate everything i'd dare not type.
what is with me today.
aaand que the tears..
i've come to the conclusion that i will always be the other woman.
that's my title. its what i do. never the woman, just the other one. the quick fuck on the side because i was always damn good.
fucking christ, you're clawing at my heartstrings.
anyways..
so interesting few days..
and i really dont have anything to say about it..
monday, had dinner with misguided and went for drinks with him and his friend, lovely kids they are.
tonight, well..last night now i guess, was nine inch nails.
fucking incredible.
there are no words.
better than sex.
its just disappointing that i couldn't deal with the 1000 sweaty bodies depriving me of oxygen and crushing my ribcage. i really wish i could have been as close as i was when he played hurt. ah well. alone day.
and now..
fuck. something isn't right..i feel all...i dont know.
lost.
dejected.
neither come close to being the right word.
i was really hoping you'd be waiting on my doorstep so i wouldn't have to sleep alone.
alas. you weren't here. and my bed is cold. and empty. and i'm dreading crawling into it to contemplate everything i'd dare not type.
what is with me today.
aaand que the tears..
MSN HUG!
Your sleeping in my arms tonight. Thousands of miles away....