all my life, it's been taken for granted - so much so that it's become a part of me - that love, when it happens, is a deep thing. there was always certainty of its depth; the uncovering of new layers of the self with the One by your side ( Read more... )

in response to the relentless nag nag nagging of the friends, i must reiterate that the result of posting in the throes of acheybreakyheartdom will be Very Maudlin Writing Indeed. and in this Time of Exam, who needs that, really ( Read more... )

as more careful readers may have already been able to discern, i've been having what may euphemistically be termed "relationship woes" (don't make me bust out the uncensored version). and even as my longtime friends mutter quietly, "so what's new?" i must clarify that the longer and by far more boring version of this tale ends with me residing in ( Read more... )

it occurs to me that putting aside crushing personal problems to carry on with previously assumed responsibilities and the matter of daily living would be that much easier if everyone knew about it.

i imagine it would go something like when charla and mirna got that lift in the cemetery, except instead of "pequeño bella", i'd be like, "señora ( Read more... )

For the past 20 years, I've had a mangy pillow and bolster on my bed. They're tiny and pink - well, they were pink. And they're always, always there ( Read more... )

pumpernickel (5:15 AM) :
suppose you loved me and suppose i went bald

pumpernickel (5:15 AM) :
would you still love me then

spinmeister (5:16 AM) :
of course i would

spinmeister (5:16 AM) :
i would lop all the hair off my head and tape it strand by strand to yours

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today is not a day for coherence, or for proper sentences ( Read more... )

I've been teetering on the precipice of something for a hell of a long time. I feel like I'm wearing too-high stilettos, but only in the sense that I stumble into things and laugh nervously a whole lot. Change is lurking just around the corner though, you can smell him - the bastard's switched to the cheap cologne ( Read more... )

Never have I been so charmed by the chaining of my bag to a chair, or known such girlish delight over an anthraxed-ticking-time-bomb scare.

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I think it's shock.
What other reason can there be for my being here, 36 hours away from

EXAMINATION FOR THE DEGREES OF BACHELOR OF LAWS
LLB 1004 - LAW OF TORTS

Is it actually possible that my study habits are getting unhealthier over time?
Or, you know, maybe it's the break up thing.

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