Someone pointed out to me that they can't tell what's in my mouth in my profile picture. Alas, another attempt to seem cool has gone totally awry. It's a cigarette, but apparently looks like a piece of gum hanging out of my mouth. ::sigh::
I can't wait until my girlfriend comes down from Chicago to stay with me for a week. I will be inebriated the entire time. Substances that will get me to said state:
1) shrooms
2) beer
3) a fat blizzunt
4) her
5) her love
The last two are the only ones that aren't contingent upon anything. Or optional. They're inevitable.
It will be a good week.
I can't wait until my girlfriend comes down from Chicago to stay with me for a week. I will be inebriated the entire time. Substances that will get me to said state:
1) shrooms
2) beer
3) a fat blizzunt
4) her
5) her love
The last two are the only ones that aren't contingent upon anything. Or optional. They're inevitable.
It will be a good week.
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. i don't think i said in my journals exactly what happened, but long story short is that i deserved everything i got. i only realized much too late what she meant to be, and have tried everything i could to get her to see that. i think i've grown up more in the past 5 months than i did in 22 years. ah, c'est la vie.
so my listening to atmosphere is kind of antithetical, but at the same time makes me feel better, because feeling angry is better than feeling sad, if that makes any sense.
I'll be feeling the same way come tomorrow afternoon. I drive 2 1/2 hours to see my boy (from bergen county, NJ, right outside of NYC to Reading, PA) and even the drive is nice, I swear I feel elated the whole time. It's downright intoxicating. I fucking love the way I feel thinking about him, being with him, just driving in the car with him and listening to him incessantly ramble about some funny memory with his buddies from college. The night I met him face to face (I started talking to him here on SG) I stayed the night with him... I remember walking to his car with him... the snow was falling in Philadelphia.... we were walking down the street holding hands, he was leading me by the hand. The snowflakes were tickling my face, and it was so cold but I didn't care. I felt warmth come from that hand all the way through my bones. <sigh> I totally know how you feel. Rock on.
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