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it's pretty clear to me that I as a person am completely unable to fully understand every fucking nuance of a relationship.
sharing blankets.
sharing towels.
sharing a toilet.
sharing a life.
sharing is for losers who aren't selfish and are therefore uncool. I no longer want to be an uncool-sharer.
Oh, that's right, I haven't made an update in ages and you don't know a thing about my new life as a "boyfriend". Really, I don't get it, it's strange.
This guy, tino, his name's longer but tino sounds really cool and you probably think I'm dating a dinosaur, so that's pretty awesome too. Well, I've been sort of seeing him, but seeing as how "seeing" him is near impossible because he's so fucking gone half the time I really can't take this whole relationship seriously. It's ridiculous.
He comes around after I haven't seen for a week, he tells me he's missed me and I'm confused and stoned out of my mind and he asks if I missed him, and the sad thing about this whole ordeal is that I really didn't. I mean, I was stoned for that entire week and therefore was too busy laughing about recorded Degrassi episodes that I really didn't notice he stopped coming by. I feel bad. I feel dumb and I also feel that I need to tell him that I am not his boyfriend. I'm just someone he messes around with on special occassions, these occassions happening to be the occassions that I am in dire need of a good make out session.
I've also been reading Emily Dickinson and feel compelled to tell men, "hey, man, you are the oppressor!"
http://music.lycos.com/mp3redir.asp?size=0&type=F&date=&score=&name=q++lazzarus+++goodbye+horses&QT=S&QW=Goodbye+Horses&MFS=&loc=http://www.waste.org/~winkles/cds/mp3s/q.%20lazzarus%20-%20goodbye%20horses.mp3
^"goodbye, horses" by q. lazzarus
sharing blankets.
sharing towels.
sharing a toilet.
sharing a life.
sharing is for losers who aren't selfish and are therefore uncool. I no longer want to be an uncool-sharer.
Oh, that's right, I haven't made an update in ages and you don't know a thing about my new life as a "boyfriend". Really, I don't get it, it's strange.
This guy, tino, his name's longer but tino sounds really cool and you probably think I'm dating a dinosaur, so that's pretty awesome too. Well, I've been sort of seeing him, but seeing as how "seeing" him is near impossible because he's so fucking gone half the time I really can't take this whole relationship seriously. It's ridiculous.
He comes around after I haven't seen for a week, he tells me he's missed me and I'm confused and stoned out of my mind and he asks if I missed him, and the sad thing about this whole ordeal is that I really didn't. I mean, I was stoned for that entire week and therefore was too busy laughing about recorded Degrassi episodes that I really didn't notice he stopped coming by. I feel bad. I feel dumb and I also feel that I need to tell him that I am not his boyfriend. I'm just someone he messes around with on special occassions, these occassions happening to be the occassions that I am in dire need of a good make out session.
I've also been reading Emily Dickinson and feel compelled to tell men, "hey, man, you are the oppressor!"
http://music.lycos.com/mp3redir.asp?size=0&type=F&date=&score=&name=q++lazzarus+++goodbye+horses&QT=S&QW=Goodbye+Horses&MFS=&loc=http://www.waste.org/~winkles/cds/mp3s/q.%20lazzarus%20-%20goodbye%20horses.mp3
^"goodbye, horses" by q. lazzarus