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I'd like to write a poem about how i feel:
It would start something like...
I am alone.
(scratch that)
I am utterly alone.
Ha, my favorite movies as a kid were 1) Beetlejuice 2) ET 3) Nightmare before Christmas
1) I was fascinated by ghosts and the idea that i may meet one.... and I dream of flying.
2) It wasn't ET or Elliot that stole me away, it was Drew Barrymore. I said to myself, "i want to be her."
3) Song and dance. Beauty and terror. That style defines me, only i didn't realize it at the time. i just thought i was weird.
All three contain the element of love. Take out the love and there is no driving force to continue. Fancy that. Love. Yay. We will not survive without it. Vomit.
I pissed off two "boys" today. One 21 years of age, the second... uh, I'd guess over 30.
Mr. 30 thought by using the excuse that he was too drunk to drive and inviting himself over for mac n cheese (although yummy) was a surefire way to 'let him sleep in my bed'. When flashbacks from a month ago of myself using every ounce of strength i had to shove him out of the house all the while he's making pitiful attempts to kiss this, was then, taken women, i opted to call him a cab and run as fast as these Guess heels would let me... but not before leaving him with plenty of choice words including phrases using "weak" "pathetic" and "i am not responsible for you nor should i bear the burden of your carelessness". Sorry guys, i guess we can kiss all those hockey tickets goodbye. It wasn't worth it.
Mr. 21 proceeded to tell me that the tattoo on this right forearm doesn't begin until the 10th inch from his fingertip and that this was done on purpose. "Oh, you mean, you consciously made a solid decision that 10 inches from you fingertip is where your tat should begin because your dick is 10 inches long?!?"
I'll let you have a moment. Yeah, just think about this for a sec.
What!?!?!?
I repeat... this wasn't "oh, hey, lets start the tat here because i'll be artistically pleasing and overall look good." He said, "Oh hey, my dick ends here, start it there."
Again, Mr. 21 received a mouthful because not only was i granted the lovely knowledge of his penis length, he thought i'd enjoy this fact making it more likely for me to call him and if i didn't believe him, all i had to do was send him pictures of myself to make him "happy" so he could take a picture and prove it.
...and one i refrained from responding to, Mr. Military. Met him long before, decided to txt me today, of all the lovely days to choose, to ask me out for a drink. Under the most recent circumstances, for a second i thought it may be a good idea. The invitation was then followed by a request that i do not wear a low cut shirt again, because this time he might not be able to help himself.
Lovely.
I woke up this morning, praying for a distraction, and i got this. Most mornings, i open my eyes praying for love and no fights. So i get rid of the fighting, this also getting rid of the love and i get a threesome of pathetic boys. So i am loveless and losing faith by the second. These 3 boys alone make me want to take back everything i said... you so set me up for this didn't you?
P.s. I still love you, i'm sorry, i can't help it.
It would start something like...
I am alone.
(scratch that)
I am utterly alone.
Ha, my favorite movies as a kid were 1) Beetlejuice 2) ET 3) Nightmare before Christmas
1) I was fascinated by ghosts and the idea that i may meet one.... and I dream of flying.
2) It wasn't ET or Elliot that stole me away, it was Drew Barrymore. I said to myself, "i want to be her."
3) Song and dance. Beauty and terror. That style defines me, only i didn't realize it at the time. i just thought i was weird.
All three contain the element of love. Take out the love and there is no driving force to continue. Fancy that. Love. Yay. We will not survive without it. Vomit.
I pissed off two "boys" today. One 21 years of age, the second... uh, I'd guess over 30.
Mr. 30 thought by using the excuse that he was too drunk to drive and inviting himself over for mac n cheese (although yummy) was a surefire way to 'let him sleep in my bed'. When flashbacks from a month ago of myself using every ounce of strength i had to shove him out of the house all the while he's making pitiful attempts to kiss this, was then, taken women, i opted to call him a cab and run as fast as these Guess heels would let me... but not before leaving him with plenty of choice words including phrases using "weak" "pathetic" and "i am not responsible for you nor should i bear the burden of your carelessness". Sorry guys, i guess we can kiss all those hockey tickets goodbye. It wasn't worth it.
Mr. 21 proceeded to tell me that the tattoo on this right forearm doesn't begin until the 10th inch from his fingertip and that this was done on purpose. "Oh, you mean, you consciously made a solid decision that 10 inches from you fingertip is where your tat should begin because your dick is 10 inches long?!?"
I'll let you have a moment. Yeah, just think about this for a sec.
What!?!?!?
I repeat... this wasn't "oh, hey, lets start the tat here because i'll be artistically pleasing and overall look good." He said, "Oh hey, my dick ends here, start it there."
Again, Mr. 21 received a mouthful because not only was i granted the lovely knowledge of his penis length, he thought i'd enjoy this fact making it more likely for me to call him and if i didn't believe him, all i had to do was send him pictures of myself to make him "happy" so he could take a picture and prove it.
...and one i refrained from responding to, Mr. Military. Met him long before, decided to txt me today, of all the lovely days to choose, to ask me out for a drink. Under the most recent circumstances, for a second i thought it may be a good idea. The invitation was then followed by a request that i do not wear a low cut shirt again, because this time he might not be able to help himself.
Lovely.
I woke up this morning, praying for a distraction, and i got this. Most mornings, i open my eyes praying for love and no fights. So i get rid of the fighting, this also getting rid of the love and i get a threesome of pathetic boys. So i am loveless and losing faith by the second. These 3 boys alone make me want to take back everything i said... you so set me up for this didn't you?
P.s. I still love you, i'm sorry, i can't help it.