irk. the citizenry on my friend's list keeps going all grey. every time im on here someone new has turned grey. it's beginning to make me fractious.
so i've been having these berserk yearnings every time i go to work... i just want a large glass of strychnine. yep. work spawns such virtuous feelings pertaining to myself and my life.
but, in separate news... it's ex boyfriend week in the phenomenally phantasmagoric life and circumstances of one belligerent tori. i've run into five of them this week. five. how the fuck do i manage that when i've changed my number, misplaced all of their numbers, and reside in one of the largest cities in the fuckin world?
and i feel nearly penitential for the bastards. almost. they are all just so pathetic. they were all asking me out and shit... and i'm just kinda like. "ehhh.. you had your opportunity. you kinda made me execrate the world. i'm so sorry, but due to happening upon some self respect since dating you, i don't believe we should speak again. ever."
my friend and i were essaying to figure it all out.. we just don't understand why they all become so fucking pathetic in my presence. one of them is composing songs about me. the other one's writing poetry. the other one has made efforts to tell me he loves me at least four times daily for the past week. i had another one just kinda appear at my doorstep from two hundred plus miles away. it's lamentable. really.
and i do feel badly, don't get me wrong. but i don't encourage this. this is not my demerit. i think that when you assure someone that you love and adore them and their (in this case, mine) response is "and i appreciate that.." you should really take a major intimation based on that alone.
i feel like such an asshole, and my mother has always said i'm a heartless bitch, but i swear it's not my fault. i don't like all this vacuous pining that they do...
ahhhh... to find a boy with an ounce of self respect would be lovely...
perhaps i should just set about getting with girls. if nothing else i bet the sex would improve
oh. and one more affair. reason number 249874398743 why i love living in the city (i love that song by fear as well): i almost got run over by two taxis tonite when they were fighting to pick me up. the taxi that i didn't get into then pulled in front of the cab i was in, cutting him off and slamming on the brakes about four times. needless to say i started screaming a plethora of obscenities.
so i've been having these berserk yearnings every time i go to work... i just want a large glass of strychnine. yep. work spawns such virtuous feelings pertaining to myself and my life.
but, in separate news... it's ex boyfriend week in the phenomenally phantasmagoric life and circumstances of one belligerent tori. i've run into five of them this week. five. how the fuck do i manage that when i've changed my number, misplaced all of their numbers, and reside in one of the largest cities in the fuckin world?
and i feel nearly penitential for the bastards. almost. they are all just so pathetic. they were all asking me out and shit... and i'm just kinda like. "ehhh.. you had your opportunity. you kinda made me execrate the world. i'm so sorry, but due to happening upon some self respect since dating you, i don't believe we should speak again. ever."
my friend and i were essaying to figure it all out.. we just don't understand why they all become so fucking pathetic in my presence. one of them is composing songs about me. the other one's writing poetry. the other one has made efforts to tell me he loves me at least four times daily for the past week. i had another one just kinda appear at my doorstep from two hundred plus miles away. it's lamentable. really.
and i do feel badly, don't get me wrong. but i don't encourage this. this is not my demerit. i think that when you assure someone that you love and adore them and their (in this case, mine) response is "and i appreciate that.." you should really take a major intimation based on that alone.
i feel like such an asshole, and my mother has always said i'm a heartless bitch, but i swear it's not my fault. i don't like all this vacuous pining that they do...
ahhhh... to find a boy with an ounce of self respect would be lovely...
perhaps i should just set about getting with girls. if nothing else i bet the sex would improve
oh. and one more affair. reason number 249874398743 why i love living in the city (i love that song by fear as well): i almost got run over by two taxis tonite when they were fighting to pick me up. the taxi that i didn't get into then pulled in front of the cab i was in, cutting him off and slamming on the brakes about four times. needless to say i started screaming a plethora of obscenities.
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and replace it with the more... factual... statement of "I rule"!
well maybe i dont quite rule. if i was stevie wonder i'd rule.
As for NY, if you can give me some good reasons ( other than the appealing taxi-hit-and-run rate) as to why i should come to NY then i'll consider it...!
apart from the obvious...