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Tuesday Aug 13, 2002

Aug 13, 2002
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Maybe this is some elaborate scheme he cooked up to get the creditors off his back.
Maybe he's getting me back for the time I showed up two hours late for a date and told him a crazy, far-fetched story about a psychopathic would-be attacker that ended with me going, "wah wah wah I'll be here all week, folks." He said he was going to get me back for that.
Maybe ... maybe ... maybe ...
Argh. I'm dreaming about everyone BUT him. I'm dreaming about people I've never seen. And yes, you're fantastic in bed.
I've decided that I want to pay for sex before I die. Just to see.
And I want to taste human flesh.
And more.
And more.
And more.
I'm getting ready to leave. Quietly getting things in order. Building a mental list of the barest essentials. It's exciting to travel without a plan. Where are we going? Where will we end up?
But now...now I am going to sweat off some anxiety. And then I'm having dinner with a very former boyfriend. He is so painfully dull, but he called me out of the blue this morning. He's leaving for Texas in a few days to move in with his girlfriend. Ha! I know what he's sniffing around for. Let's see him try. Let's see him fucking try.
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jarelshow:
everyone likes,....no, loves you. hang in there. dance. sing. cry. anything. just keep going. or don't, it's really up to you. but I would like you to stay in movement......... please. with love.
Aug 14, 2002
girlblue:
I still think that my ex planted his identification on some bum and pushed him in front of the train just so he could easily disappear. Sometimes I dream of him knocking on my front door telling me he's not really dead, and to not to tell anyone else. Now it's three years later and sometimes I turn behind me and look around as I walk through my front door because I swear I can feel his eyes on me.
Aug 14, 2002

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