The Old Entries
You know, you people should really read some of my old entries here on LJ. It's like differnet people were writing them. I was looking back at some of my old ones, and I was trying to put myself back into the mind frame I was in when I typed them. Some were really fucking sad, you know? Some were happy... and some I want to kick myself in the head and say "Dude, what's your fucking deal? You saw it comeing a mile away and yet you STILL WENT FOR IT!"
I'm not over what happened, I'll admit it. I waisted a lot of my time, effort and money on that bitch and I want it back! Not really... but it's fun to say. I keep telling Bobb that we need to get a few buckets of beer and I can tell him the whole story. Of course, now I'll be able to joke about what happened because I'm the comedian's dream about it right now: pissed off, but in a yelly-humorious kind of way.
Then I read about the girl that was between the two datings of, uh, well, the slut-wagon. She was nice. She really helped me out when I needed her. But we went off in two different directions. I actually had asked her to rekindle what we previously just before I brokoe it off with slut-wagon, but she politely declined. Then, as I was leaning on an a-frame sign, I felt someone bump into me. This amazingly beautiful brunette from Dinosaur was picking up on me.
I'll always remember that.
I'll always remeber our first kiss in her kitchen at Chatham after a night of PI. See, we had gone out previously but she had a boyfriend in Indy and I had slut-wagon in A2. So nothing happened. Dispite what I'm sure she's saying to the contray, I was the faithful one in our relationship. But it doesn't matter what she says. What matters is that I didn't kiss Mandi untill she had broken it off with, uh, I want to say Andy? I don't think that's right though. Not that it matters. What matters is that now, after allllllllllll that happened to me in this past year and beyond Mandi and I are great.
I have never loved anyone like I love her.
So there.
Rogier Out
I'm not over what happened, I'll admit it. I waisted a lot of my time, effort and money on that bitch and I want it back! Not really... but it's fun to say. I keep telling Bobb that we need to get a few buckets of beer and I can tell him the whole story. Of course, now I'll be able to joke about what happened because I'm the comedian's dream about it right now: pissed off, but in a yelly-humorious kind of way.
Then I read about the girl that was between the two datings of, uh, well, the slut-wagon. She was nice. She really helped me out when I needed her. But we went off in two different directions. I actually had asked her to rekindle what we previously just before I brokoe it off with slut-wagon, but she politely declined. Then, as I was leaning on an a-frame sign, I felt someone bump into me. This amazingly beautiful brunette from Dinosaur was picking up on me.
I'll always remember that.
I'll always remeber our first kiss in her kitchen at Chatham after a night of PI. See, we had gone out previously but she had a boyfriend in Indy and I had slut-wagon in A2. So nothing happened. Dispite what I'm sure she's saying to the contray, I was the faithful one in our relationship. But it doesn't matter what she says. What matters is that I didn't kiss Mandi untill she had broken it off with, uh, I want to say Andy? I don't think that's right though. Not that it matters. What matters is that now, after allllllllllll that happened to me in this past year and beyond Mandi and I are great.
I have never loved anyone like I love her.
So there.
Rogier Out