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  1. shadowgod

    Killing your babies

    By shadowgod,

    It is weird to revisit stories written. Kind of like wondering down the street you used to live on as a kid. There are a lot of memories bound up in the words. The gloss of nostalgia is tempered with the clarity of experience.
     
    Its hard to say what my aim was with the stories I wrote. I do know that if i were to write them today they wouldn't be the same. Who knows maybe there is yet still another draft or two living inside of Living in surreality. Decimate it to the basics of the story, and build it back up stronger and better than what it is.
     
    I spent too much time trying to emulate domluka, trying to mimic CJames. the truth is I can't. I get lost in Dom's interrelationship intricacies. I utterly lack Cj's flair for plot building and tension. So I have to wonder what am I left with? a characters personal struggles, seems the most obvious. Perhaps that is what I should focus on. Jacob and Matt both want to ditch there past. Poor Valerie is just along for the ride. She needs to fight harder against the change that rushes at her. Can she accept that change in the end and remain a friend? That seems a more compelling story than just a willing cheerleader.
     
    But everyone needs a cheerleader, especially Matt who seems so left without.
     
    And then there is Cody, suck waiting to find who is outside that door. Trouble with Cody is that everyone wants him, when he truly wants no one. I need to cut out all the chasing boys and focus on Cody. The big problem is I just don't know where to start.
     
    from the beginning. Thats always the best place.
  2. shadowgod

    resurfacing

    By shadowgod,

    Ive heard its best to pick up where one leaves off.
     
    It makes sense, but it was never a philosophy given to writing. Especially when there is a prolonged gap. You just can't get back to it. The rhythm changes, any cadence established gets lost. You can try, Im sure, but the fracture of time will stand like the grand canyon in the story.
     
    Plus I know I write better now then I did two or three years ago. I am however not sure any of the characters are as good as some I have left here sitting on a shelf waiting to be read again. So what's next? the rewrite.
     
    I tried to emulate DomLuka in a little way with DnCW Multiple characters and story threads. Spur interaction with readers as they tried to guess who was going to end up with whom. I failed. I built a story that became top heavy. A story that was sitting on a single central character. The story became unstable, and began to lack a defined direction. It needs to be rewritten. From chapter 1 onwards. somethings may stay. Others may go away. Im not sure, but I know it has to be done, because as the story is now, I can't write anymore of it.
     
    It's hopelessly broken.
  3. shadowgod

    Who do you pray to...

    By shadowgod,

    Who do you pray to when you need just one miracle? I'm afraid god will no longer do. We have a contentious relationship he and I. Plus I wasted my one good miracle prayer on him years ago. I remember, I prayed for a lego set, a stupid child who prayed for a lego set, said he'd never ask for anything again.
     
    I've asked for things since, better things. Great people, and they have all been unanswered.
     
    I'm getting desperate here. I can't keep watching the good ones leave.
  4. shadowgod
    I guess that is how things go...
     
    Quick run down, My workplace caught fire in December. Don't know if I mentioned that. The rebuild process has been slow and cumbersome, yay for city governments. While it has been being rebuilt, the business was sold.
     
    I bought a new car, a 2010 VW Jetta. Some say it suits me... I don't know if that is a compliment or whatnot.
     
    A week and a half after buying said new car I "interviewed" with the new owner, and by "Interview" I mean I listened to him extole his smarts and 8 years of experience in the industry only to hear that my position is obsolete and that he would "make me an offer" in effect - laid off.
     
    whatever its time, but I am insulted to see what he is doing and the dumb ass questions he has fr all his experience. Yes I have to deal with him until the station reopens, as soon as it reopens my employment comes to an end. f**k yeah.
     
    I met with a UCR rep a few weeks ago to see about transferring to the University of California Riverside. I was informed that the campus was closed to any new applicants for the Spring 2011 term. I was bummed but figured alright just aim for Fall 2011. Turns out she looked over my transcripts and said that the admissions accepts a limited number of late applications and she was going to speak to them and see if they would accept mine. A week later I got an email saying I had permission to file a late application by April 15th. I did.
     
    This past Wednesday I received word that I have been accepted as a transfer student for the fall 2010 term. I'm excited to say the least.
     
    That is pretty much whats been happening. Still no boyfriends, but beyond some things I probably wouldn't know what to do with one anyhow, so perhaps that is ultimately for the best.
     
    Also, my cousin pissed me off. She decided that since she is a muff diver and I am a cock sucker I owe her some sort of loyalty above and beyond anything else. I'm sorry but anyone who thinks I'm beholden to them because of shared orientation really doesn't know me very well and has been drinking too deeply from the pride punch well.
     
    My loyalty isn't formed from the least of what I am. Furthermore I dont take lightly to being mocked to divert attention from your angry drunken lesbian self. So, if you ever cross this post, read it as my kiss off letter cause it will be awhile before I even begin to think of you as someone "Okay".
  5. shadowgod

    checking in

    By shadowgod,

    for the record, I don't have gay-dar I have asshole-dar and its working like a mother-f**ker.
     
    perhaps I should explain, then again I really dont have the energy.
     
    long story short this guy has been coming into my work (when it wasnt burnt) and ordering a sandwich from the subway and he'd sit and eat and we'd look at each other in off moments and what not. I passed it off as whatever. Sure he was/is good looking but, I dunno life doesn't work like that for me. Anyhow ran into him on a site and he is gay which is cool and single which is cool. but hes somewhat of an asshole.
     
    Yay I guess.
     
    at least the mystery of his dating status is solved.
  7. shadowgod
    Meat markets. Sorry its not what I come here for, sure telling another person they are good looking is cool. But having to read about a person slobber all over themselves is just... not cool. If you want to slobber over yourself take it to a pm. That's what they are for.
     
    This place has gotten more and more like a strip bar and its kind of off putting.
  9. shadowgod
    So, with an extreme lack of anything to do lately and owing to the fact it was completed, I have been rereading Dom's In the Fish Bowl.. Saw an ad that I found particularly amusing, mostly because it is so off target its too funny.
     
    cougarlife.com
     
    I shouldn't be surprised about this, nevertheless too funny.
  11. shadowgod

    WTH?

    By shadowgod,

    How is it Christmas again? Who said that was okay?
     
    Things have been good. Plugging away at school. I missed the deadline to apply for a TAG (Transfer Admission Guarantee). Which is okay I guess because I didn't think I was going to have the credits required for that by next Fall. Instead I find myself applying with out the guarantee. This is scary, considering the filing period for the application closed on the 30th. However, it seems UCR and two other UC campuses are still accepting transfer applications through the 15th.
     
    So now I have a list of crap to get done. Its going to be a busy week. I have a Spanish homework packet due. Online Spanish lab work due. both on Tuesday. Tuesday I also have a chapter test for Spanish that is online. Then Thursday I have a Spanish final.
     
    I am also quite sad. Tuesday is the last meet of this Spanish class. I can honestly say it has been the funnest class I have been in. I'll miss all the people from that class.
     
    Also on the to do list: Two personal statements which need to have and approx 1000 word count combined. Definitely have to be complete by the Thursday, but honestly the sooner the better. Just so I can not worry about that and focus on worrying about being accepted and how Im going to pay for it if/when I am accepted.
     
    Need to go get a tree... which means about four hours spent stringing lights.
     
    Need to Christmas shop. I only know exactly what I am getting one person. Everyone else is up in the air. I dunno what to get them. I dunno what that says about me as a person lol.
     
    Well hopefully Ill survive this week of total madness. Get my things done and submitted and focus all of my attention on the writing that is coming back.
     
    Catch you all on the flip side
    Steve
  12. shadowgod

    thanks

    By shadowgod,

    To everyone who has found their way into my life, and into my thoughts. We may not have the opportunity to hang out as much as I'd like to, but know I'm thankful for having met each of you.
     
    Hope your day, and the season, is as amazing as we deserve.
     
    Steve
  13. shadowgod

    dreams & clipped ...

    By shadowgod,

    Dreams are interesting...
     
    Last night I had a dream that has been influenced by recent difficulties at work. The man has been on us to reduce payroll, after complaining about the 10% increase in fiscal 09 over 08 (Let's not mention that the 10% increase was his crazy raises to all hourly employees...) anyhow, The secodn relief graveyard guy took the brunt of this. He was laid off.
     
    Last night I dreamt that the Boss was demanding another head and somehow we got the idea to line all the employees up like targets in a midway air rifle game. Yes it is wrong I know this. Please do not line your employees up and fire an air rifle at them in some screwed game of employment roulette.
     
    Anyhow that's what happened, I didn't want a certain good looking coworker to go. My sister (yes I work with family its horrible and great and stupid and genius and wholly frustrating) didnt want one of the two merry makers going good bye. She got the first shot, and she aimed right for the good looking co-worker and beaned him right in the chest.
     
    it was horrible... Maybe that makes this more a nightmare. Maybe its some odd battle of my mind telling me these witches will do their damndest to get what the want no matter what the cost. I dunno. I'm having issues with them anyhow. They are both selfish. I mean manic selfish currently. Neither can see beyond their own wants or desires currently. That, my friends, is a dangerous and stupid place to be.
     
    In other news...
     
    I went and got sexy again yesterday. As anyone who knows me more than being a natural asshole, you would know this meant I went and got a haircut. I swear I always tell them the same thing when they ask how do you want it. 6 on top, 1 on the side and I'd like the back rounded. However the cut, without fail, always turns out different. What is with that? What magical loophole in this universe would allow me to get the same haircut?
     
    These are the things that are baffling my mind...
     
    I think that's it, I have to go register for my anthropology class now.
     
    Update: Anthro class @ capacity... I'm number 3 on the wait list. Education = FAIL
  14. shadowgod

    Oh dear lord

    By shadowgod,

    So there is a tauntaun sleeping bag over at ThinkGeek.
     
    I dunno what to say... its eyes are embroidered open. it has a smile... In the movie they cut the things open to sleep inside of them. They cut them open and slipped into their fishy looking innards.
     
    If I was a tauntuan I wouldn't be smiling at the prospect...
     
    oh yeah one other thing these guys forgot, the tauntauns died of exhaustion prior to the whole cutting and slipping in incident.
     
    Bonus it has a lightsaber shaped zipper pull.
     
    people really have too much free time.
  16. shadowgod
    I lurk around at a number of websites. Here and a few that have to do with Apple (I must be a masochist) anyhow I have been annoyed as of late because all it seems like anymore is people just bitching for the sake of bitching. One of the Apple websites isn't so much pro-Apple as it is anti-Microsoft. There was a article today about the new Google Chrome OS and how dispite the abject failure of network appliances in the past this new "thing" is going to further hurt Microsoft and drive them into submission.
     
    Crap what a horrible reality life has turned out to be. We all thought those dumb ass little "cliques" were done after we graduated high school. Sadly they just morph into other in and out crowds. Why the hell do we, as a species, have to go and break someone else down over their preferences. I guess the argument against racism that "one couldn't choose what color they are" lead us to ostracize and poke fun of people based on what OS they use or god forbid what the like for entertainment.
     
    I dont know about you guys, but I like having the ability to choose what I want to do. What if I dont want to run Google docs? tough because the chrome os will only support web based applications.
     
    So basically its a crappy Chrome based OS that funnels you right into Google's online services.
     
    Uhuh pass... and you idiot fanboys who think this will spell D-O-O-M for Microsoft grow up and clean the nut off your Mac's its really unbecoming.
     
    As for the rest of you little nay-sayers who like to bash things just because you can. Just because you have a keyboard, an internet subscription, and login credentials doesnt mean your lame ass opinion matters to anyone.
     
    stop pissing on other peoples parade. Smile for them. Be happy that there is something out there in this paradoxical world that gives them a moment of happiness. Who cares if it sucks.
     
    until another straw gets thrown on the pile.
     
    Steve
  17. shadowgod
    Ive been quiet lately, out of fear of sounding like a wet rag or something
     
    lol in truth nothing really has been happening that has been noteworthy. Ive been meeting guys for coffee and what not. Nothing comes of it, most fail the initial inspection and find themselves categorized securely in the friends/acquaintance column.
     
    Speaking of, I got a text Friday night semi inviting me to a Halloween party because the guy didn't have anyone else to go with and would not know anyone else there. I would have been up for the jaunt, however I was already using one of my planned two trips to Anaheim for the weekend. He had the nerve to text back asking if I was just sitting at home would I have gone or would I have had "Something better to do". Meh I dunno how to feel about this. It reads far too much drama coming from a guy Ive had coffee with once and gone to the movies with once.
     
    Of course, as my luck would have it... the most intriguing guy I have been chatting with is some 2,000 miles away. I can't begin to explain how f**ked/frustrating that is. I guess it is really a moot point as we haven't been chatting that much recently.
     
    I'm fighting the urge to link it to the short phone conversation we had. Just screwed timing and well. things happening. Still sucks, but what can I do but reach out for a while until he stops reaching back.
     
    I told a friend I was giving up on ever having any sort of relationship. they labeled me a pessimist. Perhaps this is the true. Perhaps I maintain my track record speaks louder than some form of blind optimism that in the end will only lead to me being disappointed and pissed off.
     
    Translation: If it happens great! If not, well I wasn't pinning everything on it anyhow so no loss.
     
    I call it realisim, but if you still think that approach is "half empty" so be it. Its not my job to cultivate your philosophy, nor amend mine to fit the mold of yours.
     
    Transalation: if you do not like my answers stop asking questions. (this could go for a lot of people... yeah it sucks that I am in a position to answer questions and you are not... You are not helping, so just shut up and stay away. We will be far happier this way.)
     
    Halloween was a bust... Timing issues and all that. Sunday was better. Met up with Viv and her troupe + Jeff & Thorben for a day at the Disneyland resort. Rides were fun even if viv rode with closed eyes to avoid screaming. She did however offer me a bite if her wiener. I politely declined opting instead for the long cinnamony goodness. Other then some sore legs and feet by the end of the day Sunday was a good day.
     
    I think that's it for now.
     
    more later
     
    Steve
  18. shadowgod
    It's a very fickle thing...
     
    It takes me a while to fancy a guy, inevitably by that time he's probably gone back to an ex-boyfriend or lives on the other side of the country. I've almost come to expect such conditions to the point where I start talking to a guy I wonder what the end game will be.
     
    I dunno what else to put here. I started five times, but end up censoring myself every time. Interesting really when it gets to the point where watch what you do and or say. lol I should do that more some days especially in some forums where I get a little heavy handed. Meh no difference though I haven't been around as much. Maybe because I percieve as everything new being everything that has been said before.
     
    I feel dumb this morning. lol
     
    It's quiet, in an unsettling way...
     
    perhaps I should get out of here and get back to work.
     
    Catch you all later.
  19. shadowgod

    What's in a voice?

    By shadowgod,

    Ive always hated mine. Perhaps this stems from childhood when all I ever heard when I answered the phone was my mothers name. People ( relatives more directly. relatives I saw every weekend) couldn't seem to discern me from my mother over the phone.
     
    It continued well after my balls dropped (puberty for those of you who are not as crass as I am being at the moment.) with sorts of people calling me ma'am on the phone and what not.
     
    I even had someone here point out that it may be the issue. He said that the sound of my voice isn't what someone expects to hear after seeing my pictures.
     
    He may be right... things usually go down hill in the interest/attraction department after I speak to someone on the phone or meet in person.
     
    if its the case its pretty f**ked up. I can't change the sound of my voice with out drastic action.
     
    smoking for a decade didn't help I doubt anything else will.
     
    Steve
     
    PS for all those waiting for new stuff from Tiff yell at me ... my FTP seems to be broken, I need to wrestle my other laptop back from my sister so I can get it uploaded.
  20. shadowgod

    Broken Squeeze Toy

    By shadowgod,

    It was shaped like a Turkey leg and was a most unappetizing gradient of orange and yellow. I remember it smelled sweet of soft vinyl, the way a Madam Alexander doll does. Like any chew toy, it made the most horrendous of squelches when ever it was squeezed and released. Christy however, wouldn't settle for that. As he did with almost every toy he ever got, he chewed at the weakest part until the squeeze was rendered useless by a larger hole...
     
    I remember the first time I saw him, it was mothers day I was around 12 years old, my sister had to have him... the chocolate clump huddled in the far corner away from his brothers and sisters who, true to form, where jumping over one another and yapping in only the way a small dog can; vying for attention. He wasn't having any of that, choosing instead to nap while letting them do all the work. This quiet nature was the reason my sister chose him out of the others, well this and his unusual chocolate brown coloring. needless to say, that was the last moment the little dog was ever lazy or quiet.
     
    It was odd at first, I had always seen those dogs on TV that loved to play fetch. I'd never run into a living dog who had much, if any, enthusiasim for the game. Christy changed all that. He loved it, would do it endlessly. It didn't matter if it was raining or 112 degrees. Whether it was dawn or approaching 2 in the morning. He would bark relentlessly until you picked up his toy and chucked it into the distance for him to retrieve and come running back to drop it at your feet... only to begin barking again.
     
    It was this, infatuation with fetching and toys that would cause most of the grief in the little dogs life. One day about 2 years after that mothers day my sister picked him out, he spied a little toy in the backyard across the street. He went to retrieve it. While he was trying to get a toy that he thought was his, the two Rottweilers that occupied the yard found him to be an interesting toy. The end result wasn't pretty, there was surgery and stitches, bother internal and external in an effort to return his guts to their proper place...
     
    The squeeze toys went away after that. He was allowed the turkey leg, but that stayed inside, away from the larger dogs that were in the neighborhood. His obsession re-centered, on tennis balls this time; and only in the safety of our back yard. We would move some four years later, amidst a swirl of foreclosure notices. We landed at my aunts house. Here too, was a dog that enjoyed fetching stuff, though not as much as the rambunctious little chocolate colored ankle-biter.
     
    They got on pretty well for a while. No incidents. No accidents. That was until they both lunged for the same tennis ball one night. Christy got the ball. Moose, the part Husky mostly mutt, got Christy's head.
     
    Chrsity lost an eye that night...
     
    It didn't diminish his lust for chasing and retrieving his ball though. It would just take a moment longer if it escaped his field of vision. Loosing an eye couldn't take that from him. The only thing that could was the further passage of time, as he slowly became deaf and mostly blind in the eye he had left. Still though he'd give it a go as often as he could.
     
    That ended yesterday. He barked all morning. Kept it up until about an hour before he laid down and went to sleep for good. Sounds like he was looking for one last go. One last round of doing what he had loved so dearly, no matter what it cost him in life. For being so little, and a dog, he lived life right doing what he loved for as long as he could no matter the cost.
     
    We should all be so lucky.
     
    I'm oddly content. He was old, and getting worse as the weeks passed, it had been most noticeable this last year. His back seemed hunched, and you could tell he relied on smell for everything. You could call him and he wouldn't respond until you tapped your foot on the ground. It was just his time. Two decades is a long time for a little dog who had been through as much.
     
    Still though, there is a void. it grows ever more palpable as the hours progress and the noises of the yard are filled with silence. Absent is his bark, the one that for so long called someone, anyone outside to throw his ball for as long as he could stand. I wonder if he is now content in this endeavor...
     
    Steve
  21. shadowgod
    I thought this was supposed to happen in spring?
     
    Oh its not me mind you, rather my sisters. One is all stupid for one of the guys working on the freeway, the other ... well the other is just stupid, but more on that in a moment. Im kinda happy for my older sister, she is into this construction guy, he seems to be into her, in that whenever he is in the station he watches her, no matter who he is dealing with. The two of them went to lunch yesterday, it went well, he asked if she would be working today.
     
    I'm keeping my fingers crossed for her, she deserves it.
     
    My little sister... meh she fell into one of the mechanics down the way. I dunno, there is just something about the guy I dont care for. Sure I might be doing the whole over protective brother thing, but then again disclosing that you have 4 kids should be one of the big things when first getting to know eachother. Not 6 or so weeks into the deal. On top of that little character gem, I just feel like she is settling for what is there. She can do tons better, and not have to deal with psycho baby mama's who want to kick her ass.
     
    OH!, yeah I kinda lied... I got propositioned by a guy he is in a relationship. They are having "issues". Gee I wonder why? WTF is with that? seriously... he wasn't even good looking lol.
     
    Sorry just the arrogence, to approach me as if drilling me into a mattress would somehow do me good... help me out. Sorry pal I don't play that way. bleh.
     
    one more thing, I made contact with person of interest #1. The meeting didn't diminish my interest as I thought it would. Unfortunately I don't think there will be another meeting as much as I would enjoy it. As many of you would say, just not my time.
     
    Such is life catch y'all on the flip side.
     
    Steve
     
    PS if you're curious... yes my side is still a little sore, but a vast improvement over Monday so I'm not worried about it.
  22. shadowgod

    Smashed

    By shadowgod,

    Went to Knotts Scary Farm last night. If you are ever in the area around this time of year you should really go. Tons of fun with people all dressed up in costume and masks running around scarring little girls. Its perfect. I just wouldn't go as it gets closer to Halloween. The place gets too jammed with people and its hard to move.
     
    ON the way there I said hi to friend a few times, in the way that you look in the direction of their house and say "Hi" but not actually say hi. Just a nice way to think about them. Otherwise me and this friend aren't really speaking now, and I guess by majority vote it is my fault. Typical... I am an asshole like that most of the time, just ask anyone they will say so- I have my coarse moments.
     
    Anyhow back to the park... and the "Scary" mazes. They seriously do them up, a lot better then those hunted house things usualy tossed around the country by civic groups. I wont even get into the "Hell houses" thrown by our more angelically inspired christian brothers. I say scary because I dont find them so scary, perhaps if they tossed i a few more effects it would be interesting, but I can see why they dont have fake blood dripping from everything. People would most ostensibly bitch about their favorite shirt being ruined or someone would slip and fall in the fake gore... then the real scary lawyers would get involved. So yeah I can see the restraint that keeps the red paint as blood.
     
    The only other thing I would ask is they theme the mazes a little better. There was one called the Doll factory, at some point you are in a maternity ward. I dont see how the two lead to one another, or why the grotesque little alien thing lept from the woman in stirrups' groin. Then they seem to have the same costume on most of the people inside these mazes. Its like some sort of freak goblin. Just didnt fit I guess. Hoever the whole night was still fun especially watch the roaming ghouls scare the girls. this one girl ran a good quarter mile screaming her head off while a guy chased after her shouting "OH YEAH ITS GO TIME YOU BETTER RUN!!" it was funny as hell.
     
    The ride operator on Boomerang was entertaining. He asked if the ride was scary, people said no... he said it should be its almost twenty years old. To another girl that was walking through (IE she had waited in line, but walked across the train and out the exite gate when it was her turn to ride) he asked "Awww are you chickening out? come on..." he was funny.
     
    Now for the two bad things.
     
    1 My sister went with her boyfriend--more about him another time--all they did all night was suck face. Okay it wasn't sucking face just that annoying lets hold hands hang on one another and chicken peck every moment we can type of thing.
     
    2 there was a bg guy in our group and somehow I got seated next to him on ghostrider. (it was the first thing we did when we got there) Anyhow flying around one of the turns bigboy couldn't keep it on his side of the car and smashed me and my torso into the side of the car. What was once a fun ride completely ceased being fun at that point. For the rest of the night I had this sharp pain on the right side of my chest when ever I laughed or moved too suddenly. Still have it today. Maybe I should go get it checked out, make sure homeboy didn't break me.
     
    On Friday I was... well I was having a day that was stemming from events that took place Thursday night. However, that didnt stop me from going out and buying a cake and some candles.I was supposed to have MMS turned on finally, however as would seem the case AT&T = FAIL just for me though, because it seems everyone else I know with a capible iPhone has their f**king MMS activated. Anyhow I couldnt send the picture, so I sent an email instead.
     
    Hope it found its way.
     
    Oh well I guess I'll catch y'all on the flip side.
     
    Steve
  23. shadowgod

    A Moment in Fall

    By shadowgod,

    This game is bust. How can one possibly play a game where the rules are so obviously skewed in the other direction. It is always the same. You like one person, they like someone else, and the person they, in turn, like yet a different person all together. How do you get ahead with out some basis of mutual attraction?
     
    Then again maybe it is just me. Perhaps I prefer that which I can never achieve. That is a scary thought, much less a scary preoccupation; to never be satisfied with what you can have. It seems true however, on some base level. Perhaps I am attracted to the pursuit then anything else. Groucho Marx equated it best "I wouldn't want to belong to any club that would have me as a member.", only change it a bit to "I wouldn't want anyone who would have me."
     
    i only bring this up because Ive been chatting with this guy, sometimes he seems interested, and others he doesn't... its f**king confusing. Weighing all of the evidence though, it seems that he is more often uninterested then interested. That sucks. Meanwhile there are a few guys that are blatently interested, and Im not. I feel bad about it. I didn't make the rules, I'm only forced to play by them.
     
    I've been racking my brain how to get this guy to notice me, but its probably in vain. I should just ease off and focus my energies on work, or school, or listen to the assinied stories my family feels it is necessary to repeat ad nauseum. Really guys... I don't need to hear about your week for the umpteenth time. the first dozen times where enough.
     
    Then again maybe I'm just missing that bullshit gene. I lack the tolerance for, or the ability to, deal with it.
     
    Typical me I guess. To all you attached guys out there... I'm envious, I really am. I wish I could have what you do. I wish I could hold on to it for more then a fleeting minute in fall.
     
    Steve
  24. shadowgod

    Indictments all around

    By shadowgod,

    "You fall in love too easily, and hold on to it for too long..." This is the bold indictment i heard yesterday while watching a guy have people fill out some sort of questionnaire for a cheap little Edison key-chain light. I can't say that I find fault with her logic. In some ways she is insanely accurate, then again I only gave her the info I wished her to have. I bring this up because there is this guy im... intruiged with. he seems fun and what not and he is definitely a sexy f**ker. I'd really like to get to know him better. How the hell do you get a guy to notice you?
     
    anyhow... yeah short and sweet again.
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