Battersea
Tomorrow is my last full day to study for German und ich bin von Versagen erschrocken. Verbs last accusative followed by dative in terms of pronoun nominative and dative together genitive subjects take the es ending for multisyllabic words dazu braucht? use any good preposition to complete the sentences wer wem oder wessen and so forth................ Ich brauche eine Trinke :( ...einen? ein?
Anyway, I heard this song today called Battersea and I was reminded of 2003 when D and M and I lived together in solid sexual and asexual tension. Neitzsche and Sartre and Sex & the City were the buzzwords that induced many a problematic conversation, and the comedic styling of Eddie Izzard taught us how to laugh. We used to drive around Houston at night, usually on 59 or the north loop because we could get a clear view of downtown, and Massive Attack was the preferred soundtrack at the time. D was so jealous. By this time some of the love and most of the attraction were drained from our relationship and I couldn't blame him for taking it all so harshly. I still can't. It was obvious that M and I were the ones meant to be together (at the time) and he was just a wedge who prolonged the inevitable. After all, how many hours a day and night did we spend on the computer IMing when he lived in New York and I lived in (ughh..) McAllen? ie ongaku. That was eight years ago.
Adriana texted me today. She told me she had a sex dream about me. I really miss her. She said that she was kissing my stomach because she always loved it. I wish I could have told her how sick and fat and full of imperfection it is now but I hadn't the heart... she'll never know anyway. I can let her believe it's still flat and lovely because the lie makes us both feel better. She said she wanted to have dinner with me on Thursday but, as is custom with Adriana, she'll most likely decide not to once she re-examines with the clarity of 12:00pm and I'll be left reminiscing about our old days together at the Furball. So hot.
Haha, suddenly this is such a sad-bastard entry but I am not.
I wish the thing I was downloading wouldn't take so long.
Anyway, I heard this song today called Battersea and I was reminded of 2003 when D and M and I lived together in solid sexual and asexual tension. Neitzsche and Sartre and Sex & the City were the buzzwords that induced many a problematic conversation, and the comedic styling of Eddie Izzard taught us how to laugh. We used to drive around Houston at night, usually on 59 or the north loop because we could get a clear view of downtown, and Massive Attack was the preferred soundtrack at the time. D was so jealous. By this time some of the love and most of the attraction were drained from our relationship and I couldn't blame him for taking it all so harshly. I still can't. It was obvious that M and I were the ones meant to be together (at the time) and he was just a wedge who prolonged the inevitable. After all, how many hours a day and night did we spend on the computer IMing when he lived in New York and I lived in (ughh..) McAllen? ie ongaku. That was eight years ago.
Adriana texted me today. She told me she had a sex dream about me. I really miss her. She said that she was kissing my stomach because she always loved it. I wish I could have told her how sick and fat and full of imperfection it is now but I hadn't the heart... she'll never know anyway. I can let her believe it's still flat and lovely because the lie makes us both feel better. She said she wanted to have dinner with me on Thursday but, as is custom with Adriana, she'll most likely decide not to once she re-examines with the clarity of 12:00pm and I'll be left reminiscing about our old days together at the Furball. So hot.
Haha, suddenly this is such a sad-bastard entry but I am not.
I wish the thing I was downloading wouldn't take so long.