Always something there to remind me.
•Always something there to remind me.
I paid to have ALL (except what I was wearing) my laundry done. 48lbs. Now I am ahead of the curve, I will be able to keep up now. The real problem is that I was always more than 1/2 behind because I came down here with more than half my laundry dirty. No more.
They fold them, press them, and put them in a bag that is sealed tight and makes it look like I have -bricks- of laundry.
I opened the bag today, all my laundry smells like my EX. She doesn't deserve that kind of attention. And yet, though I am -more- than happy in my new relationship she is on my mind lately. I saw that her myspace changed to "Single" and "Lesbian". God I hate gays. ^_^
Then I am rocking out at work, I found this kickass 80's internet radio station. 1/2 the songs lift my spirit, and the other 1/2 remind me of her... WTF?! I hope she doens't have the balls to show up at the NIN Concert. I claim it as my own, and I am going hell-or-high-water. My new GF and my Room-mate might be coming up to Boise with me, and you know what. That Protection-Order will be off, so I won't have to stay 300 feet away from her. NOT that I want to be anywhere near her, but at the same time I can't contact her (don't want to, don't remember her number). Since I can't I can't tell her that I am going and that she needs to NOT. She would probaly show up with some of her GUY friends from work, or a pack of OTHER lesbians.
The only reason why I worry is it's a volitiel mixture. NIN (my favorite band) just hooked up with her favorite band (Bauhaus sp?).
I don't want to dedicate any of my thoughts to her.
• Disturbing dreams.
I was infront of a tribunal, at the end of time, on a beach. All the imagry from The Great Below was in play (if you don't know the song then you suck).
The tribunal was formed of my three EXs (Brynn, Lindsey, Anna).
A Mafioso was there talking about how we only get 3 perfect women in our lifetimes, and how often they are 10 years apart. He was holding a scroll and a lead key. We were enemies becasue I knew he was part of the Lead watchtower and I am part of the Silver (I have a journal entry for when I tripped my awakening WAY back there).
Though we were foes I took his advice and I was to choose ONE of my EXs to be with. I was allowed to take ONE of them back. It wasn't even about ALLOWED it was my primary objective. I HAD to choose.
I chose, you don't need to know which one, but HE knew. He knew and had written my choice on the scroll to show me that he knew before i i did (which was not fair beacue the Lead towers are MORE about Death than Fate).
Then we waited, her and I, we sat on the beach and waited for a cruise ship that would take us to the next world. We talked, and a Postal Service song played, and we made love in the sand. It was everything I have -never- wanted.
I awoke hurt, and confuzed. Why do I give the Ghosts of my past so much power?
I paid to have ALL (except what I was wearing) my laundry done. 48lbs. Now I am ahead of the curve, I will be able to keep up now. The real problem is that I was always more than 1/2 behind because I came down here with more than half my laundry dirty. No more.
They fold them, press them, and put them in a bag that is sealed tight and makes it look like I have -bricks- of laundry.
I opened the bag today, all my laundry smells like my EX. She doesn't deserve that kind of attention. And yet, though I am -more- than happy in my new relationship she is on my mind lately. I saw that her myspace changed to "Single" and "Lesbian". God I hate gays. ^_^
Then I am rocking out at work, I found this kickass 80's internet radio station. 1/2 the songs lift my spirit, and the other 1/2 remind me of her... WTF?! I hope she doens't have the balls to show up at the NIN Concert. I claim it as my own, and I am going hell-or-high-water. My new GF and my Room-mate might be coming up to Boise with me, and you know what. That Protection-Order will be off, so I won't have to stay 300 feet away from her. NOT that I want to be anywhere near her, but at the same time I can't contact her (don't want to, don't remember her number). Since I can't I can't tell her that I am going and that she needs to NOT. She would probaly show up with some of her GUY friends from work, or a pack of OTHER lesbians.
The only reason why I worry is it's a volitiel mixture. NIN (my favorite band) just hooked up with her favorite band (Bauhaus sp?).
I don't want to dedicate any of my thoughts to her.
• Disturbing dreams.
I was infront of a tribunal, at the end of time, on a beach. All the imagry from The Great Below was in play (if you don't know the song then you suck).
The tribunal was formed of my three EXs (Brynn, Lindsey, Anna).
A Mafioso was there talking about how we only get 3 perfect women in our lifetimes, and how often they are 10 years apart. He was holding a scroll and a lead key. We were enemies becasue I knew he was part of the Lead watchtower and I am part of the Silver (I have a journal entry for when I tripped my awakening WAY back there).
Though we were foes I took his advice and I was to choose ONE of my EXs to be with. I was allowed to take ONE of them back. It wasn't even about ALLOWED it was my primary objective. I HAD to choose.
I chose, you don't need to know which one, but HE knew. He knew and had written my choice on the scroll to show me that he knew before i i did (which was not fair beacue the Lead towers are MORE about Death than Fate).
Then we waited, her and I, we sat on the beach and waited for a cruise ship that would take us to the next world. We talked, and a Postal Service song played, and we made love in the sand. It was everything I have -never- wanted.
I awoke hurt, and confuzed. Why do I give the Ghosts of my past so much power?