Moment of truth boys...Somebody's life's about to change.

Mine, I hope.

The word of the evening: Juxtaposition. Like how funny it looks to have two (?) virgins and a slut holding hands i a porn store at midnight. You think everyone's looking at you, but then you realize that everyone has their own fetishes to attend to and you really don't matter. You should call attention to yourself in a place like that, and we ( Read more... )

Love, we have standards and visions for. We want things a certain way or something doesn't feel right. Expectations for love, perfection in love, beauty in who we love. Love's idealism in and of itself. Foolishly wonderful, naive idealism.

I've never really been an idealist.

Lust, and we are willing to compromise. We are willing to sacrifice our ( Read more... )

It seems that all I do is wait for my life to start. Wait, sit in silence, for this or that to happen, wait breathlessly for this or that to pass. Wait for things to come to me, wait to be able to go to them.

If we're talking about time again, which it seems we are, I let out a growl of frustration. Grrr. Am I being screwed over by time, or am I ( Read more... )

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I'm in love with them. Listen to some of their stuff. It's wonderful.

Tonight, as I was in the grocery store picking out a loaf of bread, this guy came up to me. Early to mid-twenties, a little scraggly looking, pretty eyes and great smile, he looked at me and said,

"I know you probably don't need to hear this from some random guy in the grocery store at ten o'clock, but you're really pretty."

And then he walked ( Read more... )

It's strange, the things that come out of your mouth when you don't plan for them to. Things you've wanted to say forever suddenly appear, in the form of adsurdly rambling, ineloquent speeches on a cold beach at two AM that have no real affect.

A confession a long time coming, however, I had no idea how to handle it. I still don't. So all my ( Read more... )

Lo siento, caro. Te amo.

Well, here I am. Minneapolis. A new home, a new roommate, a new start. It feels right here, like I can get something accomplished in my life for once. Like I'll be able to do things that I couldn't, or maybe that I wouldn't, in Duluth.

Don't get me wrong here, I miss my friends, and my family. But it was time for me to move on. So I did, and here ( Read more... )

Have you ever been at work, fainted, and dropped a take-out container of Kung Po chicken on yourself as you fell to the floor?

Have you ever, on the aformentioned trip to the floor, hit your head on an industrial food processor?

Have you ever been dragged two blocks to the hospital by two old Chinese men and a delivery boy while in a state of semi- ( Read more... )