the world spins the wrong way today.....
so i'm sitting here at java hutt, quite unsure of what to do, other than sing the pooh bear song for the express purpose of frighting the living shit out of yuliya. it's fun. i dont know why.
she says thanks, and again, i'm unsure of what to do, someone help...
someone should really write up a memo and express mail it (depending on the authors afluence, overnight it) to the women of the world if for nothing else than to let them know that when actions and words, and expressed intentions dont match up it makes for serious confusion in the lives of those being communicated to. it's actually totally fucking rediculous that people can't realize that when you say one thing, do another, do one thing, say another, and then recap the whole shabangabang by saying something totally different from the first two events, there really is less than no hope that anyone, namely me -- the receiver of all the above actions and expressions and communications, is totally fucking baffled as to what to do, think, or say.
that was a tangent.
take notes bitches.
yuliya makes the baby happy. she is a gemini.
it hurts.
bye.
(post script)
Men do the same bullshit, in less words, and with less feeling, so I write this sentance simply to say that my experience with men and romance is much much less developed and so i will refrain from commenting upon them.
(post,post script)
People are shit.
she says thanks, and again, i'm unsure of what to do, someone help...
someone should really write up a memo and express mail it (depending on the authors afluence, overnight it) to the women of the world if for nothing else than to let them know that when actions and words, and expressed intentions dont match up it makes for serious confusion in the lives of those being communicated to. it's actually totally fucking rediculous that people can't realize that when you say one thing, do another, do one thing, say another, and then recap the whole shabangabang by saying something totally different from the first two events, there really is less than no hope that anyone, namely me -- the receiver of all the above actions and expressions and communications, is totally fucking baffled as to what to do, think, or say.
that was a tangent.
take notes bitches.
yuliya makes the baby happy. she is a gemini.
it hurts.
bye.
(post script)
Men do the same bullshit, in less words, and with less feeling, so I write this sentance simply to say that my experience with men and romance is much much less developed and so i will refrain from commenting upon them.
(post,post script)
People are shit.