relationships, or lack there of
reading over my friends entries i´ve realized something
i really like being alone
i really dislike having to explain myself to someone
i´ve never felt that talking about an issue ever helped more than a band-aid would on a ten inch gash
i enjoy not worrying if my partner is being honest
i do however miss cuddling, and have few friends, far apart, who dig cuddling
sure i miss holding hands and walking down the street on a rainy afternoon, rushing in out of the wet for a cup of tea...waking up in someones arms, or having someone in mine, the smell of brauners in hair...i miss a lot of things
but there´s so much to think about when in a relationship, frankly, i´m enjoying not having to think, and only caring about what i want to do
my uncles and cousins here are trying to hook me up with anything with tits and a vag, and it´s really degrading and uncomfortable.
Also, there´s a gay dude two doors down, every time anyone sees him they make fun of him amongst themselves. This morning I had had enough, not only was i woken up by oom-pah mariachi style music blasting at 6 am but i´m also sick and having nic withdrawls so i´m even more iritable than usual. I finally said ¨look, what´s your problem with him? why do you have to make fun of him, for chrisake, he´s only human, and he´s probably got more balls than you do being out and open like he is. give him a break. I don´t want to hear any more of this shit, so quit it. I don´t care if he´s gay or not, I don´t want to hear about it.¨ This left them pretty quiet
Intollerance is a bitch
anyhow, i´m looking forward to my return to the PNW and the continuation of, well, not a search, but i´m looking forward to keeping my eyes peeled for ¨her¨ whoever she is. Because, yeah, I´m lonesome, and what i said before about enjoying not having to think about what someone else wants, well, i also miss that feeling, a lot. I just want to be home again and walking the streets with my two dogs, smiling at the pretty girls reading, sipping tea, riding their bikes, or just walking by. I really, really, am so sick of stagnation....
I can´t even remember what maggies ears smell like, i remember they smelled like puppy, but what´s a puppy smell like?
fuck
i just want to go home
i really like being alone
i really dislike having to explain myself to someone
i´ve never felt that talking about an issue ever helped more than a band-aid would on a ten inch gash
i enjoy not worrying if my partner is being honest
i do however miss cuddling, and have few friends, far apart, who dig cuddling
sure i miss holding hands and walking down the street on a rainy afternoon, rushing in out of the wet for a cup of tea...waking up in someones arms, or having someone in mine, the smell of brauners in hair...i miss a lot of things
but there´s so much to think about when in a relationship, frankly, i´m enjoying not having to think, and only caring about what i want to do
my uncles and cousins here are trying to hook me up with anything with tits and a vag, and it´s really degrading and uncomfortable.
Also, there´s a gay dude two doors down, every time anyone sees him they make fun of him amongst themselves. This morning I had had enough, not only was i woken up by oom-pah mariachi style music blasting at 6 am but i´m also sick and having nic withdrawls so i´m even more iritable than usual. I finally said ¨look, what´s your problem with him? why do you have to make fun of him, for chrisake, he´s only human, and he´s probably got more balls than you do being out and open like he is. give him a break. I don´t want to hear any more of this shit, so quit it. I don´t care if he´s gay or not, I don´t want to hear about it.¨ This left them pretty quiet
Intollerance is a bitch
anyhow, i´m looking forward to my return to the PNW and the continuation of, well, not a search, but i´m looking forward to keeping my eyes peeled for ¨her¨ whoever she is. Because, yeah, I´m lonesome, and what i said before about enjoying not having to think about what someone else wants, well, i also miss that feeling, a lot. I just want to be home again and walking the streets with my two dogs, smiling at the pretty girls reading, sipping tea, riding their bikes, or just walking by. I really, really, am so sick of stagnation....
I can´t even remember what maggies ears smell like, i remember they smelled like puppy, but what´s a puppy smell like?
fuck
i just want to go home