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Turns out Amanda is still on the 'lets just be friends' kick.
Fuck. I am so sick of being lonely. I need a shoulder to cry on, a willing sex partner, someone to buy flowers and naughty bits of lingerie for. Someone to snuggle and hug and hold and go out with. It's not that I need a girlfriend, I can live without one, I...
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quasi_sean:
In the short time I've known you, and read your words, you've shown me just how sincere and devoted you could be. Holding out for that one special one is definately worth it. I know that lonliness...believe me, but it's a pain evaporated in an instant when you meet that special one. Good luck...
quasi_sean:
I'm glad you liked it...and I hope just maybe it gave you a few moments of happiness. It's all true, so celebrate it.
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Amanda. Who is Amanda? Let's see...
Amanda is a woman who works at the college I attend. She is the special needs coordinator for my location. She is sweet and gentle and kind and heart-wrenchingly beautiful. When I look at her I feel as if everything else melts away and all that is left is this intense feeling of warmth and happiness. I think about...
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tastysoup:
that's very sweet. her liking you is a good start. it would be much more frustrating if she didn't like you. being in love is very crazy. smile
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I got a studio apartment. Moved in over the weekend. It's not bad. $230 a month. Kinda lonely, though. I need a GF to come over and annoy the crap out of me. I told Amanda that if she didn't have any better plans on Feb. 14th, she should have dinner with me. The dance continues. Someday, she's gonna marry me.
tastysoup:
hi. i was looking through old journals and we used to talk and stuff. so how are you?
tastysoup:
i am decent i suppose. watching adult swim right now. la dee da. hmm... i am boring. so who is amanda? smile
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It's hard to be a knight in shining armor when you can see every scratch and dent and speck of rust, and you know the darkness that shares space with the light. Sometimes I think I am also the only one who can see the shiny spots. People look at me, but they don't see me. They just see the face they give me. I...
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zerogirl:
the one thing love can do is encourage you. it's much easier to put yourself out to the rest of the world when there is someone standing next to you and encouraging you. it can breed that feeling that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, whether they can appreciate you or not, because you know that there's at least one person who could give a fuck, and is there for you regardless. it can be very liberating.
your words are sad, but lyrical. you will stumble across someone or something someday that will help you find your way.
dejajeva:
Hi hi! I need your email address if you feel comfortable giving it to me!!!
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The month has begun, and is drawing day by day to it's end. I have begun looking for a new place to live. Studio apartments depress me. I don't want to be alone. I guess I have to, though. Fuck the trolls of bland brown carpet and boring blank walls. I will slay them with my posters and my houseplants. Call me Martha Motherfucking Stewart,...
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Wow. I feel priviledged to have four friends such as you. Honestly. Thank you.
quasi_sean:
I love you Violence Jack.
dejajeva:
Happy New Year!
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It's been some six years since San Francisco. I've been halfway across the world and back, and here I am in the midst of nothing. I got stoned out of my mind for the first time since then. I like Jenna, she has HUGE boobies. She won't sleep with me, though. At least we are not fighting. What the fuck am I going to do...
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ezkim0x:
direction is only meaningless for an amateur, darling.
ezkim0x:
why must there be paths? Sometimes people have this wall they put up. like a slender maze. Traveling down the center of it.. afraid of the walls. There is no maze. There is no path. There is no predestined future. What happens is what happens. Through the mouth of an existentialist. We see. We observe. We conquer. Then we leave.. to the next endeavor. an ongoing cycle... That is the only DEFINITE path. but the rest.. the rest is unpredictable. So instead of following that one dimensional maze... travel at an angle that does not exist. Ive realized i try to make direction in my life. I try to make sense. I try to predict.. yet i am still a skeptic. I can sit here and look at this glass cup... and before i let go of it.. i think to myself, it may fall... but still i have this triggering instinct that it may not. We have these definitions that limit us. That make the infinite sound fiction. And yes. there may be predestination.. there may not... but someone once told me. Life is what you make of it... hope is for losers, Manifestation is for winners.
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Listening to the Cure and puttering about the kitchen. I am such a bitch.
My Christmas shopping is done. Everywhere I go I see nasty little stringy thongs and such for sale. I desperately need a woman to buy such things for. My perverse imagination is working overtime.
quasi_sean:
God, I love the Cure...call me a bitch anyday.....
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The joys of porn. I have whacked off so much my cock is sore. Not that that stops me. blush
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violencejack:
Cogito Ergo Sum.