All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
healing x2
Back to two-handed typing - huzzah for the shift key! The hand looks sore but only to the touch. Knew I'd survive.. just maybe didn't want to for a few hours there.
Healing otherwise, otherwheres, as well. Attempting, I suppose, is the key. We'll see how long that lasts when he's actually present.
I just don't know what he wants. I'm not entirely convinced he knows. How is it I feel surperfluous in my own relationships? Alone without him, lonely with him. What a sad thing.
Wanna take a ride?
Do you ever wonder if all your stories were yesterday? That today and tomorrow and the tomorrows after are all going to be empty? You can only rearrange words in so many ways and without new words.. yeah, I don't know.
'Hope' is becoming meaningless in my mantra-like overuse of it.
[...]You and I wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. Life, for eternal us, is now; and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem anything, catastrophic included."
e e cummings, Introduction to New Poems
There's something promising in that. Maybe why it's one of my favourites.
more later.
maybe.
It's been an alright evening. Some smiles and sincerity. Those things help.
There's a permanence to us. After 16 years together, we just are. We'll be together forever if only because I'm too apathetic and he's too lazy. Too much effort required for one of us to leave.
heh.
Not that things are that bad. We're just in one of those places. One of those places. One of those "nowhere to go but up" kinda places.
I'm debating in my head whether it's a love thing or a marriage thing.
You men and your toys *shakes head*.
There is no reason to put diablo doors on a Ford Expedition. No sane reason, let me clarify.
Yes, you can talk "good advertising for the business" until my ears fall off. I understand. But why won't the catalogue showcasing the product be enough?
We have 4 screens in the truck, the dvd player, the xbox/playstation crap, the spinners, the heated seats, the ear-drum busting stereo, etc. etc.
But Diablo doors?
Am I wrong in thinking that's maybe just a step too far?
Help me out here.
Why not just a vanity plate?
I have 7 curling irons.
That's ridiculous. I don't even curl my hair! I won't get rid of them though because some day, some day eventually, I may want to curl my hair and I'll have the exact iron I need for it.
*rolls eyes* Hoarding hair-care supplies is just one of my.. uh.. we'll call it a quirk.
And I seem to have a bunch of salt and pepper shakers. Why do I not remember where they came from?
I've been drinking. Can you tell? Bring on the surveys!
Ok.. enough of that.
soundtrack: Stevie Nicks - "Landslide"
Healing otherwise, otherwheres, as well. Attempting, I suppose, is the key. We'll see how long that lasts when he's actually present.
I just don't know what he wants. I'm not entirely convinced he knows. How is it I feel surperfluous in my own relationships? Alone without him, lonely with him. What a sad thing.
Wanna take a ride?
Do you ever wonder if all your stories were yesterday? That today and tomorrow and the tomorrows after are all going to be empty? You can only rearrange words in so many ways and without new words.. yeah, I don't know.
'Hope' is becoming meaningless in my mantra-like overuse of it.
[...]You and I wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. Life, for eternal us, is now; and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem anything, catastrophic included."
e e cummings, Introduction to New Poems
There's something promising in that. Maybe why it's one of my favourites.
more later.
maybe.
It's been an alright evening. Some smiles and sincerity. Those things help.
There's a permanence to us. After 16 years together, we just are. We'll be together forever if only because I'm too apathetic and he's too lazy. Too much effort required for one of us to leave.
heh.
Not that things are that bad. We're just in one of those places. One of those places. One of those "nowhere to go but up" kinda places.
I'm debating in my head whether it's a love thing or a marriage thing.
You men and your toys *shakes head*.
There is no reason to put diablo doors on a Ford Expedition. No sane reason, let me clarify.
Yes, you can talk "good advertising for the business" until my ears fall off. I understand. But why won't the catalogue showcasing the product be enough?
We have 4 screens in the truck, the dvd player, the xbox/playstation crap, the spinners, the heated seats, the ear-drum busting stereo, etc. etc.
But Diablo doors?
Am I wrong in thinking that's maybe just a step too far?
Help me out here.
Why not just a vanity plate?
I have 7 curling irons.
That's ridiculous. I don't even curl my hair! I won't get rid of them though because some day, some day eventually, I may want to curl my hair and I'll have the exact iron I need for it.
*rolls eyes* Hoarding hair-care supplies is just one of my.. uh.. we'll call it a quirk.
And I seem to have a bunch of salt and pepper shakers. Why do I not remember where they came from?
I've been drinking. Can you tell? Bring on the surveys!
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Your Irish Name Is... |
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You are |
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Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male |
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Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve |
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Your 80s Theme Song is I Love Rock N Roll by Joan Jett |
| Your Star Wars Masturbation Method Is:
Performing the Jedi Hand Trick |
| Your Hippie Chick Name is: Vega |
Ok.. enough of that.
soundtrack: Stevie Nicks - "Landslide"
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