fuji

...i will hurt him...bad...

allright, it's time to regulate.
point him out....

I like the phrase "serum vials" but I don't like the phrase "pathogenic lovers".

Make it "pathogenic lobsters" and I think you have a winner.

...stop making me want you more...it hurts...

...i love that fuckin profile pic...we are leaving for alaska tomorrow...

I'm still trying to figure out what your profile pic is.
hmmmmmmm.

Durr. I don't know how to respond to that. Duhhh. I'll say something that means nothing at all.

(parody!)

Sometimes I think the people who should most appreciate their own qualities as being something that others should laud are too critical of themselves to the point of giving the illusion of little self-worth. Therefore, their best qualities, being things to which they are accustomed, seem prerequisites to that elusive higher quality of "being interesting" or "something special".

So, some people, who I won't name, think poorly of themselves simply because they have not met or exceeded their extravagant expectations, though their own positions or lots-in-life, as it were, would be the envy of any average joe. They admit this to themselves, but prefer to be the envy of those who they would consider their peers, though for their great qualities, as with all people, their are qualities that they do not exceed in.

For the person who exceeds, sometimes exceeding is all that's acceptable - and since I would say, for the majority of the population (even if you limit the scope of that statement to the exceptional), exceeding at everything they would like to exceed in it hardly an option - or even a possible reality. This of course does not glide with their desires to exceed, and since they are forward thinkers and not backward thinkers, they are not willing to settle.

What this means that is that these people, who, again, I will not name though I know many as they are my peers, see their inability to exceed in certain areas, in spite of their exceptional talents in other fields which to them have become the baseline of acceptable behavior in their lives, becomes a shortcoming of their person. In their eyes, they have achieved a baseline in certain prerequisite traits, but have not exceeded at all -- and as soon as said person exceeds to a point, it becomes baseline and self-esteem doesn't improve.

Of course, this sets up said party for a major upset when the situation declines rather than improves, say when a new field is entered or a job is lost or a new school is attended, or any situation in which the environment that was once the backbone of the illusion we previously mentioned is destroyed or changed. In these situations, the person is set further back than they previously were, which means that their advancing nature not only failed to meet expectations, but actually fell short, hurting their self esteem even more.

So let's say there was a person who everybody thought had it great. Let's say it's a man who has the illusion of having women attracted to him. It's not an illusion, but as soon as the women in his "baseline" are attracted to him, he stops trying to achieve that level of attraction and then is only satisfied with MORE attractive women. Basically, he's never happy with what he has. This causes him to be depressed or to think he's unattractive.

Take the same situation and apply it to any person you know who likes to achieve. Say it's a person in school who strives for a 3.5 average. As soon as this type of person hits their 3.5 average, they think that that's the MINIMUM they should achieve, and if they don't do better, they're just mediocre.

Or, imagine it's a girl who the guys love, but she wants the hottest guys there are. She's depressed that she can't get them, though any other girl would kill to get as much action/attention as that girl gets.

It's a terrible curse to have, but I know too many people with it.

blow me!

...why have you forsaken me?...

oh your looking for infinity? Go about 4 blocks down main street hang a left on 15th right past the dairy queen than go a half a mile or so and wait for the sun to reach its pinnacle. After that continue another half mile down and trun right at the methodone clinic. After that talk to the bum sitting outside the denny's to the left. Ask him about the weather, he'll than hand you a rolled up newspaper. Make sure to thank him and than leave. Continue down the rode untill you reach the Chevron on your right. Fill up the empty gas can sitting in front of the palm tree. Don't worry about paying they will be expecting you. After that continue down the rode untill you reach the green house on the left. KNock on the door and talk to the old lady. Ask her about here cats and than show her the rolled up news paper. She'll start talking about how small the print is and pull out her glasses. After she has looked at the paper ask her to borrow her glasses. Take the glasses and go into her backyard. Hop over the next three fences and turn right down the ally. In front of you will be a McDonalds, burn it down using the news paper, gas, and glasses. Wait for the firemen to come than steal their truck. after that its a straight shoot down 20th street and your there. If you see the man dressed as a giant condom you've gone too far.

thank you very much

I'm not entirely certain, it just reminded me of a scene in the old black and white movie where the monster meets this little girl and she doesn't know to be afraid of him or something and he's trying to be all normal, and she is trying to show him how to play the piano. I don't remember it that well, but I'm guessing it probably didn't work out too well, what with him being franenstein and all

trilo

it rained my whole camping trip. I love it

vagina.

As long as she ain't spilt, she's good in God's book.

Y'know. The Bible?

"Swoon - Skull - Dog - Pirate".. hrmm...

I'll assume you're writing about Johnny Depp as Cap'n Jack Sparrow. Swoon indeed!

If not, then I'll assume you're talking about me. Make your choice (it may be your last!)

swoon is a cool word.
it just saounds neat.

hot, hot pics

If Bukowski's so great, how come he's dead?

...have you been chattin with my brother?...