As mentioned previously, yesterday was fuckin awesome. Here's why.
I had a good day at work for the most part. Except for when Vizzy hit me in my balls so hard, I had to put ice on them. I did well at my job, made a good amount of reservations, and had an all around good day. My horoscope said I was ready to "let the genie out of the bottle," and my fate finders said everything would be in order.
After work, I had to go to drug therapy. I have to take 2 buses to get from my place to the counseling center. It's $1.25 a ride, so there and back it's $5. I had taken the first bus to 38th and Meridian, on which I gave some guy a quarter so he could get food. Riiiiiiight, food. While waiting for the other bus, I gave another guy a quarter, once again for "food." The bus arrived and just as I was about to get on, this lady got off and gave me her bus pass.
Fresh. It's not like I saved boatloads of cash, but it was a nice gesture and a good sign in my book. Went to drug therapy, it was stale, as usual. Afterwards, I called the girl who I've been talking about the last few posts. She lives not too far from 38th and Meridian. She told me I could stop by. I went over and we talked for a little bit. She kept holding me close. She kissed my cheek, my neck, and I did the same. Eventually came the time I'd been dreaming of for three years, since we broke up. We kissed. You need to keep in mind, no woman has even touched me since November. And before hat, it was July 2002. 
Yea, I haven't been seeing much action. And to me, this girl is the end all be all. I'm really not sure what that means, but I think it fits what I'm trying to say. We started looking at some pictures, talking about old times, and started kissing again. She told me we should hang out more, but not make out anymore. I told I had better make this time matter. 2 1/2 hours we made out and talked. She was supposed to hang out with her friend from Georgia, but instaed decided to be with me. 
We both talked about never falling in love again. She made references to us being together. But if there is one thing I know about this girl, it's that she changes her mind about as much as she changes her clothes. So, while I enjoyed the night, I'm not getting my hopes up. But damn, it was fuckin great. I could see myself with her for a long time. But, if nothing else, I at least got to kiss her one last time.
When I look back upon the path that has led me here, it is a path paved with regret and lost chances and moments. Now, I can say that I saw the moment, I saw the fate laid before my eyes, and I took hold. I seized the moment and ran with it. Nothing can ever take that away from me. Nothing.
She remembered how my kiss tasted.
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I had a good day at work for the most part. Except for when Vizzy hit me in my balls so hard, I had to put ice on them. I did well at my job, made a good amount of reservations, and had an all around good day. My horoscope said I was ready to "let the genie out of the bottle," and my fate finders said everything would be in order.
After work, I had to go to drug therapy. I have to take 2 buses to get from my place to the counseling center. It's $1.25 a ride, so there and back it's $5. I had taken the first bus to 38th and Meridian, on which I gave some guy a quarter so he could get food. Riiiiiiight, food. While waiting for the other bus, I gave another guy a quarter, once again for "food." The bus arrived and just as I was about to get on, this lady got off and gave me her bus pass.
Fresh. It's not like I saved boatloads of cash, but it was a nice gesture and a good sign in my book. Went to drug therapy, it was stale, as usual. Afterwards, I called the girl who I've been talking about the last few posts. She lives not too far from 38th and Meridian. She told me I could stop by. I went over and we talked for a little bit. She kept holding me close. She kissed my cheek, my neck, and I did the same. Eventually came the time I'd been dreaming of for three years, since we broke up. We kissed. You need to keep in mind, no woman has even touched me since November. And before hat, it was July 2002. Yea, I haven't been seeing much action. And to me, this girl is the end all be all. I'm really not sure what that means, but I think it fits what I'm trying to say. We started looking at some pictures, talking about old times, and started kissing again. She told me we should hang out more, but not make out anymore. I told I had better make this time matter. 2 1/2 hours we made out and talked. She was supposed to hang out with her friend from Georgia, but instaed decided to be with me. We both talked about never falling in love again. She made references to us being together. But if there is one thing I know about this girl, it's that she changes her mind about as much as she changes her clothes. So, while I enjoyed the night, I'm not getting my hopes up. But damn, it was fuckin great. I could see myself with her for a long time. But, if nothing else, I at least got to kiss her one last time.
When I look back upon the path that has led me here, it is a path paved with regret and lost chances and moments. Now, I can say that I saw the moment, I saw the fate laid before my eyes, and I took hold. I seized the moment and ran with it. Nothing can ever take that away from me. Nothing.
She remembered how my kiss tasted.
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WOW!!!! Holy shit!!!! So glad you and her hooked up. WOW. I am soooo happy for you!!! Rock on!! I really hope that things work out and that you see eachother again. Kisses and making out is very nice!
Seriously, stop. I'm beginning to worry here.