I'm seriously going to cry for all the lonely and decent people in this little city.
I've just spent an hour reading through all the personals on the portland craigslist.
Of course there are more guys looking for girls than girls looking for girls, but the majority of guys looking for girls seemed really sweet and sane. Not so much in the girls looking for guys.
Why was I looking? Well, certainly NOT because I was considering making such a post myself.
Really. I'd like to meet some different people, but to go and make it public is strange for me. However, I won't be finding it in bars that I don't go to, or ..well, other places people meet people (I don't spend all that much time in grocery stores).
I feel that a picture would get me more responses... but then my face would be up on a public board next the words "looking for someone to get along with".
Human in a metropolis.
It's a task.
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Anyway, I'm alive and well enough. There's a party at my place tonight. There will be a buch of drunk guys here that all have a crush on my female roomate. I plan to take pictures of the ensuing lameness.
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I feel I'm the verge of a lyrical explosion. Just in time for the weekend, too. It's all the power ballads I've been listening to.
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Help me out a bit and post a picture you love to my journal. You don't have to say anything about it unless you feel like telling me the story. I just want some special material. Stuff to print out and tack to my wall for a few days.
I've just spent an hour reading through all the personals on the portland craigslist.
Of course there are more guys looking for girls than girls looking for girls, but the majority of guys looking for girls seemed really sweet and sane. Not so much in the girls looking for guys.
Why was I looking? Well, certainly NOT because I was considering making such a post myself.
Really. I'd like to meet some different people, but to go and make it public is strange for me. However, I won't be finding it in bars that I don't go to, or ..well, other places people meet people (I don't spend all that much time in grocery stores).
I feel that a picture would get me more responses... but then my face would be up on a public board next the words "looking for someone to get along with".
Human in a metropolis.
It's a task.
---
Anyway, I'm alive and well enough. There's a party at my place tonight. There will be a buch of drunk guys here that all have a crush on my female roomate. I plan to take pictures of the ensuing lameness.
---
I feel I'm the verge of a lyrical explosion. Just in time for the weekend, too. It's all the power ballads I've been listening to.
---
Help me out a bit and post a picture you love to my journal. You don't have to say anything about it unless you feel like telling me the story. I just want some special material. Stuff to print out and tack to my wall for a few days.
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love.