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[15 Feb 2004|03:09pm] I am not about burning reference material. 2 typos come into my office

[28 Jan 2004|09:27am] It was like an amputation and sometimes I still have phantom limb pains. come into my office

[18 Jan 2004|12:23am] [ mood | alittle hurt ] [ music | you were always on my mind ] "I discovered the reason so many gay men like Jami," Grace said as she slid into the backseat, "She just stepped directly in the middle of the largest puddle. That's such a guy thing to do." "love." ( Read more... ) 1 typos come into my office

Near Death Happiness [17 Jan 2004|02:42pm] I vaguely remember putting my hands in someone's pockets. They might have been mine but I don't think so. All I remember is warmth, but it may have been me, blushing. It might have been the whiskey rushing through my veins. I think that there are only so many spaces to fill with affection and I don't want one of my spaces filled with his puppy dog eyes and a floor mat. Fellow followers wish me well, "Good luck getting over that stigma." romantic interlude. ( Read more... ) You are like 55 in a 25. ( Read more... ) As Kerry threw her drink on some boner who bumped her she off handedly remarked, "The only thing I learned in New York was more efficient ways to start fights." I ended the night with, "It's time to go. I just pissed in a urinal." come into my office

sick twisted smile [15 Jan 2004|01:26pm] [ music | papa was a rodeo/magnetic fields ] "Now would be the perfect time for you to tell me you like me," pulling away. He shook his head and backed toward the ladder. "You are so full of shit!" she called after him, "It's not like I couldn't feel it on my leg!" "At least you still feel something," he continued downward. come into my office

[13 Jan 2004|12:39pm] I'll be like a Diane Arbus photograph. Ugly and obsessing. The family will request I not be reprinted , but I will be readily available in books featuring the artist's name. I'll be a blind couple in bed, a pinhead, a dwarf, a whole sideshow. Behind the lens play god. I don't believe in good and evil because I don't believe man has any agreed upon sins. Some people will call it murder while others will call it necessity.

[24 Dec 2003|05:17pm] We spent most of our time dunking each other in the river of denial. Sometimes we would hold the other under for so long lungs would start burning with ironies and satire. I may have used tricks but I strictly believe someone can only let themselves be fooled so much. Once I saw him cry. Maybe it was my money threatening his manhood, a finicial castration. Perhaps he was sad he had hurt my feelings with his unending selfishness. Or his contact could have been irratating his eyes. Who knows. He turned his face away and spoke in anger, "I have to go." I got in the car, banging my knee against the door, "come here. Kiss me." He always closed his eyes when he kissed me. Real kisses that we have both spent a year hiding behind rewritten history that suits us and lets sleep come at night. He gave it up to a manniquin with a smokers voice. He is atoning for his sins with a weak jawed midget. He isn't the type to be pushed to the ground and get up again. Instead he rolls in the dirt and cries, "I'm so dirty!" As if saying you are no good makes up for being no good. He wants to be able to wear the badge of asshole while being baptized a new. He doesn't like the way he's been cast in the story of my life. It's no one's business but our own who got hurt and who did the hurting. I want to scream, "You haven't got the balls to be the villian! You want to be the martyr?! Here's the nails! You don't have the courage or conviction! You are just a man and a weak one at that!" come into my office

[01 Dec 2003|12:44am] "I'm not ashamed. I've known love. I've known rejection. I'm not afraid to declare my feelings. Take trust, for instance, or friendship, these are the important things in life. These are the things that matter, that help you on your way. If you can't trust your friends, well, what then? What then?" Shallow Grave 1 typos come into my office

this room is friends only [12 Nov 2003|01:19pm] [ music | Knowing People/Matthew Sweet ] Without a mind to think/Or hand in fate/You're an animal/Your desperate dreams are pathetic/I don't like knowing people/And I don't like people knowing me. come into my office

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