So I apparently am a car crash. This guy posted on my blog calling me a coward and a car crash, the coward part I have gotten used to but I am not any more of a fucking car crash than anyone going through a breakup. I make Superman so good because I am just not being a bitch about it and blaming everything on him though trust me there is plenty of blame to place there, but lets face it relationships hardly end at the fault of one party. I am wearing my heart out on my sleeve (or I suppose on my blog) because I think it is better for both parties if we are just honest and get all the shit out, I have had a screaming match with him and told him all of his flaws in person I do not see any need for me to expound upon his flaws for all the world to see. We have discussed it we have moved on it is not my place to show his flaws that's his. As for the coward part I can see where people are getting it from I have been confused I have been scared about what I am doing but if we are all honest we all feel these things when we end a relationship. Call me a coward call me a fucking car crash just get to know me first, I think what we fail to realize is that sometimes there is more to us than what we put up for the fucking cyber world to see.
on to the next subject, I have decided that Domenick creates clones out of women. He has a specific criterion that he wants them to meet(lined red lips, long red nails, large breasts, tight ass, built like a fucking brick house, halter tops, short skirts, no underwear and stilettos.) regardless of their individual personalities. It is kind of creepy, mostly because of how many women he gets to do it and how easily they fit his criterion and become one of his Stepford Wives.
next subject: Lindsey's brother. Lindsey ugly nerdy brother who studies philosophy and religion and dangerous countries is a total computer geek and is highly intelligent. He's like campells soup.
he's not actually ugly just not really anybodies idea of attractive though he looks much better with a beard manages to get these women who are perfect 10's no matter what aspect you look at them from (beautiful, funny, witty, intelligent). He is out of my league and until two days ago I didn't care, but for some reason I find myself highly attracted to him and secretly wishing I was one of those 10's. Lindsey has been saying I've been in love with him for years but that's not true it is hard to be attracted to someone who intimidates the shit out of you.
next subject: dreams. I am going to steal Lawrence Domenick and Dante from Lindsey and her brother for good measure I am also going to take her right eye and her hair so I have something pretty to look at. And she's creepy.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
