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update on Brian's life
the other day i sat in a reclusive corner
of a home
and exhaled smoke out my nostrils
cause smoking is the soigné thing to do
a girl asked me "why i talk about shitting ? "
i was distraught at first but remembered an entry
a while back
this is shit
i laughed cause it just reassured a feeling
a feeling of disarray ,that i seem to broadcast
it had another meaning but it's not relevant at this point
wait , hear me out :
i write in livejournal for kicks and good laughs
it's a lame attempt to be farce
i guess disarray seems to suit me well
i'm too reclusive i never let anyone near
not anymore anyways
i guess cause the conversation starters
i hear lately consist of :
hot girls
hot girls
sex
drinking
girls
girls and more girls
don't get me wrong i love a woman's body
as much as the next guy
i don't think i'm better than anyone else
it's just that there is more issues of relevance
as of late i do the same things
work - read - smoke - drive - walk - read
predictable ?
i prefer comfortable
this is where i work
the girl i've been seeing lately
wait
i never talk about my romantic life
on the contrary it fits this motif
wait just one second :
she's cool but i don't think we mesh well together
we have good conversations but an aspect is missing
and i have to mesh before i really like someone
and i have to really like someone before i
really really like someone and i have to really really
like someone before i can
love someone
maybe there isn't any aspect missing maybe i'm
thinking too
hard
i believe what i'm trying to describe is called
to over analyze
something or a situation at hand
this is what i look like when i over analyze
or maybe i just have this image
of a girl
and i hide behind humor and misguided jokes
when i don't think the void is fullfilled
work has been fine
but i'd rather be in school
i can't believe i've counted the weeks until i go back
signing off
the other day i sat in a reclusive corner
of a home
and exhaled smoke out my nostrils
cause smoking is the soigné thing to do
a girl asked me "why i talk about shitting ? "
i was distraught at first but remembered an entry
a while back
this is shit
i laughed cause it just reassured a feeling
a feeling of disarray ,that i seem to broadcast
it had another meaning but it's not relevant at this point
wait , hear me out :
i write in livejournal for kicks and good laughs
it's a lame attempt to be farce
i guess disarray seems to suit me well
i'm too reclusive i never let anyone near
not anymore anyways
i guess cause the conversation starters
i hear lately consist of :
hot girls
hot girls
sex
drinking
girls
girls and more girls
don't get me wrong i love a woman's body
as much as the next guy
i don't think i'm better than anyone else
it's just that there is more issues of relevance
as of late i do the same things
work - read - smoke - drive - walk - read
predictable ?
i prefer comfortable
this is where i work
the girl i've been seeing lately
wait
i never talk about my romantic life
on the contrary it fits this motif
wait just one second :
she's cool but i don't think we mesh well together
we have good conversations but an aspect is missing
and i have to mesh before i really like someone
and i have to really like someone before i
really really like someone and i have to really really
like someone before i can
love someone
maybe there isn't any aspect missing maybe i'm
thinking too
hard
i believe what i'm trying to describe is called
to over analyze
something or a situation at hand
this is what i look like when i over analyze
or maybe i just have this image
of a girl
and i hide behind humor and misguided jokes
when i don't think the void is fullfilled
work has been fine
but i'd rather be in school
i can't believe i've counted the weeks until i go back
signing off