This post will not be exciting. It will not be long, nor witty, nor fill you with the essence that has been keeping you alive since you were lucky enough to stumble upon my blog and your eyes, all 3 of them, were opened for the very first time. It's simply to state this: I am lying in bed, naked, with my brand spankin new laptop i bought today, and a bowl of my favorite comfort food, bowl o' coronary (first you fry bacon, then you fry onions and potato slices in the grease. FUCK YES). I am on the fast track to the bourgeois. or, possibly, a fat lazy shit. either way, i haven't seen my boo for weeks, so yeah, uhhhh, me, my loneliness, my new computer, well, we'll figure something out. Just when you thought I couldn't get sexier...........
Also, I'd like to add, so far, I don't really like Boston women. They all seem to think I'm some fuckin creep. And i'm pretty sure i'm not. And yet every girl i talk to seems to give me the distinct impression that they think i'm simply talking to them cuz i want to fuck them. the women round here stare at the ground when they walk, and avoid eye contact. My boss told me that if i plan on having a conversation with girls in this city, I'd have to do all the work myself. I think he's right. I met one girl on the subway a few days ago who openly talked to me without me saying anything, and i was shocked. she explained soon that it was her first day in town. i kinda wish i had told her to get the fuck out of boston, instead of politely saying bye. because i don't think it takes long. people come here and seem to become trapped in their cliques for ALL OF TIME.
wasn't i not gonna rant? i'm not gonna rant. i just miss cities where women are bold and don't act like 19th century debutants who can't even vote. this place makes baltimore look like a 365 days a year Sadie Hawkins dance. so to boston women, i say, cheers. i come in peace.
oh yeah. and i work in a hospital now.
edited to add: since i have the internet now, let me wish you all a merry belated xmas, from me and the sunshine girls
Also, I'd like to add, so far, I don't really like Boston women. They all seem to think I'm some fuckin creep. And i'm pretty sure i'm not. And yet every girl i talk to seems to give me the distinct impression that they think i'm simply talking to them cuz i want to fuck them. the women round here stare at the ground when they walk, and avoid eye contact. My boss told me that if i plan on having a conversation with girls in this city, I'd have to do all the work myself. I think he's right. I met one girl on the subway a few days ago who openly talked to me without me saying anything, and i was shocked. she explained soon that it was her first day in town. i kinda wish i had told her to get the fuck out of boston, instead of politely saying bye. because i don't think it takes long. people come here and seem to become trapped in their cliques for ALL OF TIME.
wasn't i not gonna rant? i'm not gonna rant. i just miss cities where women are bold and don't act like 19th century debutants who can't even vote. this place makes baltimore look like a 365 days a year Sadie Hawkins dance. so to boston women, i say, cheers. i come in peace.
oh yeah. and i work in a hospital now.
edited to add: since i have the internet now, let me wish you all a merry belated xmas, from me and the sunshine girls
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notoriouscat:
aha. too bad though, i rather liked the idea of you consulting with dead people about removing their organs. 
sweetzen:
oh but you forget, i'm really a cali girl in MA girl clothing