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a few things of significance have happened to me over the past few days:
1. monday night i was almost asleep and then words started coming to me, so i flew out of bed to write a poem. whatever it (that weird ability to write something incredible in like 20 minutes flat because the words literally *came to me*) is, i'm glad i haven't lost it. finally, *finally*, i wrote something about my muse. my muse is so inspirational that even though i think about him plenty, i wasn't ever able to grasp the proper language to put him into a poem. and now i have, and i'm proud, and thank you, muse, even you have absolutely no idea (and let's keep it that way). i need to do this again, and soon. i feel so good when i write something interesting.
2. after someone did some sleuthing for me, i found out that i may have unwittingly had one more affair this year than i'd thought. i'm totally fine with that sort of thing when the guy is honest about the fact that there's someone else--that's not a problem (well, at least, not for *me*...). however, THIS asshole hid the fact that he was dating someone when he slept with me. being fooled doesn't happen to me often, but when it does, it pisses me off hardcore. i used to be okay with this guy--we were friends--but now when i see him i just want to projectile vomit right onto him. somehow, in my mind, it's okay for a guy to fuck over one girl for the sake of being with another, but really, this guy fucked over two girls at once. and that's totally not cool. i hope he hates himself sometimes because i honestly think he deserves it.
3. i tripped on the wet pavement while leaving my apartment today. this sent me flying onto the macadam, ripping a hole in the knee of my favorite jeans, scraping up both my left knee and my left hand, and causing me to screech "fuck!" at the top of my lungs. it also threw my back out of whack and i can hardly move my left shoulder, which makes driving/merging onto highways quite a treat. i'm such a klutz. and i'm in such pain. grrrr. but at least the fall didn't hurt my 4" BCBG stilettos (which, i'm sure, contributed to the fall). i suppose there's a bright side to everything, hmmm?
and now i need to go shop for new jeans. because, clearly, replacing my favorite jeans is a much bigger priority than nursing my aching shoulder back to health. i'm such a vain little girl.
1. monday night i was almost asleep and then words started coming to me, so i flew out of bed to write a poem. whatever it (that weird ability to write something incredible in like 20 minutes flat because the words literally *came to me*) is, i'm glad i haven't lost it. finally, *finally*, i wrote something about my muse. my muse is so inspirational that even though i think about him plenty, i wasn't ever able to grasp the proper language to put him into a poem. and now i have, and i'm proud, and thank you, muse, even you have absolutely no idea (and let's keep it that way). i need to do this again, and soon. i feel so good when i write something interesting.
2. after someone did some sleuthing for me, i found out that i may have unwittingly had one more affair this year than i'd thought. i'm totally fine with that sort of thing when the guy is honest about the fact that there's someone else--that's not a problem (well, at least, not for *me*...). however, THIS asshole hid the fact that he was dating someone when he slept with me. being fooled doesn't happen to me often, but when it does, it pisses me off hardcore. i used to be okay with this guy--we were friends--but now when i see him i just want to projectile vomit right onto him. somehow, in my mind, it's okay for a guy to fuck over one girl for the sake of being with another, but really, this guy fucked over two girls at once. and that's totally not cool. i hope he hates himself sometimes because i honestly think he deserves it.
3. i tripped on the wet pavement while leaving my apartment today. this sent me flying onto the macadam, ripping a hole in the knee of my favorite jeans, scraping up both my left knee and my left hand, and causing me to screech "fuck!" at the top of my lungs. it also threw my back out of whack and i can hardly move my left shoulder, which makes driving/merging onto highways quite a treat. i'm such a klutz. and i'm in such pain. grrrr. but at least the fall didn't hurt my 4" BCBG stilettos (which, i'm sure, contributed to the fall). i suppose there's a bright side to everything, hmmm?
and now i need to go shop for new jeans. because, clearly, replacing my favorite jeans is a much bigger priority than nursing my aching shoulder back to health. i'm such a vain little girl.