Despite being an Aquarius, I find myself more and more convinced I have a link w/Scorpio somehow. Too many coincidences in both traits as well as horoscopes. This was the Scorpio horoscope in last Saturday's local paper.
It's not worth arguing with someone who will never admit to seeing things your way. It's hard to give up on someone but sometimes you have to let well enough alone.
Scary fitting, no? On several fronts, even.
It's funny. My mood has gone from sad, to pissed off, to really pissed off over the various happenings so far this month. As I type this, I've reached a very calm and introspective state. Not sure if it's quite on the level of self-realization, but it's definitely a feeling I don't have nearly enough. I find it very interesting.
I promise a more detailed (as well as a more positive) blog in the next day or so. For everyone that's left comments of encouragement and reassurance in the past few days, and even an offer of pimp justice (dmac, you are a sweetheart, but I don't think it'll be necessary 
), again, it's more appreciated than you know, and I also thank you for your (I hope) saint-like patience while I work my way through myself.
As always, I hope you are all well. 
Stay tuned...
-TM
When I started dating Chris and you got *really* scary with me via text message, I let you know that you were frightening me and asked you to back off. when I get Friday night texts saying that you think of me, it's a bit squicky. when I get a random kiss-face text, well. it took those two letters you found so insulting to realize that things aren't cool.
look back at our emails and chats and you will see, numerous times and in a relatively friendly manner, how I explain that I know where you're coming from because I'm that oblivious, too, and asking you to PLEASE BACK OFF.
you went from being a romantic interest to friend to creep pretty quickly by not respecting clearly expressed boundaries.
if you're going to make it public, tell the whole story, dude.
and the fact that you go on about how hard your life is never even listening when the hole in my heart has reopened and may or may not be the cause of worsening-to-the-point-of-debility neurological symptoms-- symptoms including diminished vision. I think I told you three or four times that reading blogs now is beyond me. I'm fighting with my fucking law school administration to get my texts in an audio form because I can't fucking read anymore. and you have time to worry about a text message territory claim from the boyfriend of a girl you flirted with over a year ago-- and in response to a kiss-face smiley? can I have some of that mental energy, because I'm a bit short.
Start at about 1:30