raulbnuttz

Dude, I just got back from watching "GodSend" and I have only two words for this movie; FUCKED UP!! I haven't jumped in a theater like that in fuckin' forever.


Oh well, on to today's journal entry; this on should be a shit-kicker!!

So last night, I had the over-whelming urge to confess my recent sins to my ex-girlfriend.
(Quick side note; in a relationship I'm usually blantantly honest. My ex and I have been on and off for a little over a year now because I'm a bastard and want to stray from her loving arms just because she lives in another fucking hemisphere)
Recently, we've gotten back on the good foot but the problem of distance still hasn't been solved. It was more like a conformation of feelings after a spell of silence. In 6 months or so, her living condition will have to change drasticly. For reasons beyond her control, her homestead will be no longer. Fuck you if you've guessed it already! She's fuckin' movin' up here with me. You know what that means ... in less than half a year, i'll practically be a newly wed.
Now, women are always saying that truth is the number one aspect lacking ina relationship. Well, if this is true, then why get all bent out of shape when a guy informs you of his prior intentions. It was supposed to bridge a gap between us but rather it feels as if I've just widened said distance. What a bastard!!!

So, of course I jumped the gun! She needed some time to let it all soak in. She realised HERSELF that it was better that I told her all this shit up front rather than having to find out from whomever else, or even later by me. Crisis overted and shit's back to normal ... and she's still not my girlfriend.

I rock so fuckin' hard!!!