just need to make note…another synchronicity….4:50pm just thought about talking to my mother, she called.

c’est la fuckin vie.

Obi WINE Kenobi
vous parlez la vérité
Reply5 years ago

http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=zLElfJ9YCh0

Brad, It would be difficult for me to be any more miserable right now, I feel like the worst person ever. First, let me start by saying that I am truly truly sorry, and I hate myself for hurting you. Of all the people in the whole entire world, you were honestly the last person that I would ever want to wrong in any way. There is no excuse at all or anything that happened, so I won’t even try other than to say all of us had WAY too much to drink, and I did a stupid thing. I can handle you being pissed at me, I absolutely deserve it, I can even handle the ugly words that were exchanged between us, what I can’t handle is thinking that you see me as a different person. It is weird, I feel like I just went through a horrible break up or something. The world looked funny yesterday, I couldn’t crack a smile if you paid me, there are songs I can’t listen to, and I just feel beyond crushed. I don’t know if you meant everything you said to me, and I am hoping that you didn’t. I know that I was wrong on many levels, but I am also hoping that this is something that we can deal with. I know it sounds totally crazy and stupid, but you have come to play such a significant role in my life, I can’t imagine my days without you. It is totally strange and weird to say that, and you could say that my behavior didn’t reflect that, and you would be correct. I hate feeling like you hate me, and I hate feeling like all of your friends think I am a terrible person, because I am not. I know there is nothing I can say or do to take back what happened, but I just want you to know that fighting with you was just about the worst thing I could have ever imagined. It was right up there with one of the ugliest nights of my life, and I would give anything in the world to rewind and fix it. I am not sure if you will respond to this, part of me thinks that you won’t. If not today, then maybe some other time. Also, thanks for getting my stuff together, although I think my sunglasses are still at your house, if you could keep your eyes peeled for them that would be great. I can’t even focus or work today, I can’t eat, I seriously feel like it was an ugly break up, and I am hoping against hopes that it was not that and you are not done with me. Please don’t cut me off, I really don’t think I can handle that. I am so sorry. Elizabeth ——————————————————————————– Dear Elizabeth, Thank you for your concern. I’ll be sure to file it away under “L” for “Long-winded diatribes from drunken whores I couldn’t care less about”. You did a stupid thing huh? No…doing long division and forgetting to carry the one is “a stupid thing”; Mixing in a red sock with a load whites is “a stupid thing”; Blowing some guy in a bathroom for 45 minutes while I sit at the bar wondering if you’re taking so long because you ate too much bran that morning isn’t as much a “Stupid thing” as it is grounds for permanent removal from my social calendar. To be honest, I’m not sure if it was more amusing that you went and degraded yourself in a public toilet not once but twice in a 2 hour span, or that you seemed to think that by saying “Well, I didn’t F**k him” somehow gave you a clean slate. So forgive me if I couldn’t care less if the world “looked funny” to you yesterday. Since your world revolves around blow dryers, golden retrievers, Prada Bags and Jelly Beans, I’m sure it must have been most unsettling to actually have to consider someone else’s feelings for 24 hours straight. The good news for you is that my friends don’t think you’re a terrible person, they just think you’re the average run of the mill cum-guzzling blond who commands about as much respect as your average child porn collector. I could be wrong but, it’s pretty hard to respect some B&T chick who comes out to spend the night at my place even though she’s seeing someone else in New jersey and winds up tongue-bathing the taint of anyone who decides 30 minutes of droning commentary on Colin Farrell’s new haircut is worth putting up with for a hand job in the men’s room. The good thing about being a guy is that when I eventually bump into the young lad who finger-blasted you on top of a towel dispenser last Saturday, we’ll have a shot and laugh our heads off about the time it happened. By the way, for the amount of time you claim to spend in spin class you really must be doing something wrong to sport the thunder thighs you do. Watching you parade around my bedroom in a thong was a little like watching sea lions mate. Thought you might like to know. PS. I BCC’d about 100 people on this email. Talk to you never, Brad

What other people find restful and relaxing, you probably find a big yawn. Fortunately the stars are sending you plenty of stuff to keep you busy in a way that’ll make you very jolly. Relationships are progressing at unprecedented speeds, with plenty of discoveries and lots of room for interesting conversations and experiments. Even a little power struggle intrigues you — probably because of the myriad possibilities for making a compromise.

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hmm…..orly……

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Rebecca Kerr
NO compromise!! I am ALWAYS right!!
Right?
Reply5 years ago

gawd what a night….again….hah! way too much fun and way too much to drink. damn that everclear and koolaid….
i remember having a good time…and i didnt get sick, but damn i felt like shit all day……and it was good to meet the new faces that i did, though i wont remember names….just remind me next time…..

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Crystal
Yeah, well that everclear and koolaid did the trick…..obviously 😀
Reply5 years ago

I’m gnawing on the knowledge That I have been burnt And I’m learning things that I Should’ve already learnt Everyone I ever knew Was so kind and coy I was with a girl But it felt like I was with a boy I can’t even remember If we were lovers Or if I just wanted to But I held her in my arms I held her in my arms I held her in my arms But it wasn’t you I will not kill The one thing that I love In this world of wreckage I look above Help me Lord Help me understand What it means to be a boy What it means to be a man I can’t even remember If we were lovers Or if I just wanted to But I held her in my arms I held her in my arms I held her in my arms But it wasn’t you

Your Dating Purity Score: 56%

You are an average dater. You’re experienced enough to be a great girlfriend or boyfriend… Though you still may be figuring out exactly what you want in love!

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Walela
I scored higher. Not sure that was a good thing nor am I all that surprised.
Reply(1)5 years ago

Daniel Self
dude mine should be 100% and you know it!!
this test is rigged.
5 years ago

Rebecca Kerr
hmmmmm
mine was 30%
Reply(1)5 years ago

Daniel Self
ouch! i’m a prude, girls have cooties. i should have scored MUCH higher than this.

I’m gnawing on the knowledge

That I have been burnt

And I’m learning things that I

Should’ve already learnt

Everyone I ever knew

Was so kind and coy

I was with a girl

But it felt like I was with a boy

I can’t even remember

If we were lovers

Or if I just wanted to

But I held her in my arms

I held her in my arms

I held her in my arms

But it wasn’t you

I will not kill

The one thing that I love

In this world of wreckage

I look above

Help me Lord

Help me understand

What it means to be a boy

What it means to be a man

I can’t even remember

If we were lovers

Or if I just wanted to

But I held her in my arms

I held her in my arms

I held her in my arms

But it wasn’t you