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Roooofies
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Birthday: 3/8/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: art on walls. sitting by water. conversation over...
Expertise: self-enlightenment
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Member Since:
3/3/2003
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| happy new year...i suppose it the lazy way it entered is a sign of the storm to come. | | |
| fuck. what if i can't just come to terms with the fact that a part of me is one of them? and even if that is only a small part of me, that if that part isn't allowed the possibility of existence, in more than just theory, the whole rest of it is fucked.
hence, the "fuck" at the beginning.
i swear, it's the same line(s) all over again - different situation, different side, same feelings.
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| i don't think i've ever felt a smirk cut through the sounds of new york traffic like rooms' did. my "revelation" that i believe i am addicted to complicated relationships was the impetus to this never-before-experienced phemonmenom. my not-so-poignant reply "weird, huh?" (the sarcasm almost bit through traffic, but i think we both got distracted by the impending fluffy happy feet-ed penguins) was where we left that conversation.
and then things happened.
miscommunications, "too understanding"?, a few sad memories, perhaps some thoughts confirmed, and a lack of socks. and all over again, i feel the deep, heavy desire to become lost in Salinger's roll and rumble of words that speak to me, without really saying anything.
it's times like this i feel like i want to pick up and leave - somewhere where i have no current friends. no enemies. nothing to "fall back on" except myself.
i'm sure some of you would argue that, in a way, i am doing that now. i suppose my standards are higher.
*sigh
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| It is human nature to think wisely and act in an absurd fashion.
Anatole France
i am too nice and understanding.
i am in need of a self-project...
i need to figure out how to project my unconditional love onto myself
...or get a pet 
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Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me | | |
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