I realize suddenly one of my basic assumptions has been false. I do NOT want to fall in love with my soul mate and love her forever. I want to fall in love with a new soul mate over and over again.

A. So does this make me an ass or just a boy?
and
B. If me = ass than what the hell can I do about it?

We are the sum totals of the stories we love.

Where will you be at this time Monday?

RIP James... You ain't gotta work so hard no more.

So apparantly red can be purple, especially we you're dealing with wine ( Read more... )

I'm thinking about how pink can look like purple in certain lights, on certain nights ( Read more... )

I have the distinct impression of shenannagins and goings on.

My crush on the girl with a child that I am in no way, shape, or form emotionally ready to incorporate into my life has developed into a full-fledged meaningful connection. What the hell am I suppossed to do with that?

Why can't I get the theme from M*A*S*H* out of my head... I'm not even suicidal. Complete update, Including new kitten and lose, then finding, of a job soon. Until then, rest assured that LIFE is GOOD. Although the URGE to drunkdial my ex is emminent, I know my will is strong and my heart is pure... enough.

Good night, Good fun, Good God, I'm done

Definition of clumsy: Kneeing yourself in the mouth.

Definition of drunk: resisting the urge to drunk dial your ex at 4 in the morning.

Definition of hopeless: denmanding an answer to the

definition of the eternal question: What the fuck?

seriously.