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so i now have a growing selection of alcohol under my bed.
i know. so juvenille.
we have smirnoff vodka
and two bottles of various rum
from the carribean.
ive decided in my life i need a rock.
a constant. someone who i see everyday and
the pinnacle of this epiphany...
someone i WANT to see!
there are people in my life that i want
to see everyday but confliciting schedules just
dont allow it.
i dont know how i feel about love and lust but i have an excerpt from a book i am
currently reading that describes how i think i feel.
the book is "a home at the end of the world" by Michael Cunningham.
..." he and i had sex, though he did not inspire in me the urgency or the sorrowful, exhilarating edge that, combined with desire, must add up to love. To be honest i have never loved someone i have been with- i hadn't come close to the the feeling, though i'd gotten to know people sexually in every mood and condition. My own capacity for devotion focused actually on my friends and hypothetically on certain people i saw walking the streets: strong looking people who didnt aspire to convetional fame or happiness, who cleaved the air with difinitive thoughtlessness.
i knew my intrests were unrealistic and probably unhealthy. but the obdurately remained- they were the geography of my desire."
if youve read the book youve noticed i changed some things, like names, to more fit me and try to capture the general idead
as best in itself as i could.
i know. so juvenille.
we have smirnoff vodka
and two bottles of various rum
from the carribean.
ive decided in my life i need a rock.
a constant. someone who i see everyday and
the pinnacle of this epiphany...
someone i WANT to see!
there are people in my life that i want
to see everyday but confliciting schedules just
dont allow it.
i dont know how i feel about love and lust but i have an excerpt from a book i am
currently reading that describes how i think i feel.
the book is "a home at the end of the world" by Michael Cunningham.
..." he and i had sex, though he did not inspire in me the urgency or the sorrowful, exhilarating edge that, combined with desire, must add up to love. To be honest i have never loved someone i have been with- i hadn't come close to the the feeling, though i'd gotten to know people sexually in every mood and condition. My own capacity for devotion focused actually on my friends and hypothetically on certain people i saw walking the streets: strong looking people who didnt aspire to convetional fame or happiness, who cleaved the air with difinitive thoughtlessness.
i knew my intrests were unrealistic and probably unhealthy. but the obdurately remained- they were the geography of my desire."
if youve read the book youve noticed i changed some things, like names, to more fit me and try to capture the general idead
as best in itself as i could.