I haven't updated this in awhile, but it seems that at least someone is reading this, so I'll give it another go.
I've moved to St. Louis, so I suppose I should change that on my location. For those who don't know, I'm a student, and I'm working on finishing my undergraduate degree here. I'm a theater major, so I'm trying to figure out how all of credits transfer at the moment and meeting new people and trying to survive new and more challenging classes all at the same time. I'm encourage that I've met several very smart, very open and very cool people here even in the first week or so. I'm going to be fine, it's just scary to have so many balls rolling at once. I always hated that phrase, and I still do, and I'm not entirely sure why I used it. Moving on.
Sophie is stunningly beautiful. I have a big crush on her, but then again, who wouldn't? Ah, playing on Suicidegirls instead of doing homework. Good call.
My friend's girlfriend may or may not want to sleep with me. This friend is a male, and I think he thinks it's technically not infidelity if he gets to be there. Mostly, I want to take her into my room and make sweet love to her gorgeous body, but strictly speaking, that's not allowed, so I'll just have to hold my lust at bay for a little while. I'm not really into threesomes. But it's highly likely that I'll be making an exception... it's all in the realm of possibility.
Been thinking more about the exboyfriend in previous entries. I sort of forgot about him for a good, long and much needed time, but now he's back, lurking around in the background. I don't want to hate him, I really don't, but it's almost impossible not to. Considering everything he gave me and the impossibly cruel way in which he stole it all back, taking some of my heart, sanity and ability to trust anyone's motives along with all the rest of it. Fucking men. Men aren't to blame. This particular man is to blame.
Let's say it one more time for posterity:
FUCK YOU.
alright, there, I feel much better now.
The new man is so incredibly excellent I cannot even begin to describe. He sent me a text message (yes, I'm nerdy, and so is he) today as I was walking back to my dorm that ended in "and by the way, you are an amazingly beautiful person."
Love, love love.
Back to work.
I've moved to St. Louis, so I suppose I should change that on my location. For those who don't know, I'm a student, and I'm working on finishing my undergraduate degree here. I'm a theater major, so I'm trying to figure out how all of credits transfer at the moment and meeting new people and trying to survive new and more challenging classes all at the same time. I'm encourage that I've met several very smart, very open and very cool people here even in the first week or so. I'm going to be fine, it's just scary to have so many balls rolling at once. I always hated that phrase, and I still do, and I'm not entirely sure why I used it. Moving on.
Sophie is stunningly beautiful. I have a big crush on her, but then again, who wouldn't? Ah, playing on Suicidegirls instead of doing homework. Good call.
My friend's girlfriend may or may not want to sleep with me. This friend is a male, and I think he thinks it's technically not infidelity if he gets to be there. Mostly, I want to take her into my room and make sweet love to her gorgeous body, but strictly speaking, that's not allowed, so I'll just have to hold my lust at bay for a little while. I'm not really into threesomes. But it's highly likely that I'll be making an exception... it's all in the realm of possibility.
Been thinking more about the exboyfriend in previous entries. I sort of forgot about him for a good, long and much needed time, but now he's back, lurking around in the background. I don't want to hate him, I really don't, but it's almost impossible not to. Considering everything he gave me and the impossibly cruel way in which he stole it all back, taking some of my heart, sanity and ability to trust anyone's motives along with all the rest of it. Fucking men. Men aren't to blame. This particular man is to blame.
Let's say it one more time for posterity:
FUCK YOU.
alright, there, I feel much better now.
The new man is so incredibly excellent I cannot even begin to describe. He sent me a text message (yes, I'm nerdy, and so is he) today as I was walking back to my dorm that ended in "and by the way, you are an amazingly beautiful person."
Love, love love.
Back to work.
I had a chat friend in St.Louis once I was her slave master
I have to admire Sophie for hanging around on the top of tall buildings in the freezing cold I would shrivel up and die in a mess - she doesn't quite float my boat but that'll give you more time with her
I had to meet a man who was a bad odour in the family (violent but not enough brain cells to figure out where to aim thankfully ) at my Mum's funeral. It's quite an art to speak to someone whilst thinking 'Fuck you,fuck you,fuck you....' all at the same time
So when are you going to unleash teapot pictures upon the world??? IN the meantime I have to backread your journal - do I get a prize if I find another comment in there?
Threesomes? Nah that's for his pleasure only why dilute the enjoyment?
i don't think i was ever on top of a building in the freezing cold. maybe he ^^ was thinking of Twwly. or Arlo. or Erica.
you're in St. Louis? you are not far from me at all. about 4 hours drive. are you from MO originally?
threesomes they can be treacherous to negotiate, but if you have a good head on your shoulders (and it seems that you do) you'll figure out what's best.