Isolated Blurt Thread

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lil_elvis said:
very bad. report to my office immediately for appropriate discipline.
LOL. color me there with knitting needles and an appropriately scolded look upon me face. :kiss:
 
It's only 71 degrees outside right now!!!! (sure, it'll still be hot today, but it's not at the moment so I'm ecstatic)
 
So, this is how we end.
I’m at your house and we’re packing things,
Tidying things.
We’re getting you ready for your other girlfriend.

I agreed to help because I love you
and your terror was palpable.
The thought of her seeing the real you frightened you.
I said, “Sure, Babe. I’ll help.”
Having no idea, of course, that it would kill a little
part of my soul to do it.

As we pull your mess into piles, and sort them into boxes
The space we’ve been sharing transforms
from our tangled up love nest
Into something respectable.
Something utterly different from the life we’ve been living.

And it comes to me that I’m helping you build a new nest.
For the two of you.
I am creating a situation where
I will now have to stand outside
The window and never come back inside.
Back into your bed, by your side, where I Belong.

I love you too much to walk away before the work is done.
We talk about window coverings, shelving units.
We make endless trips to the attic to store away the
evidence of you who are.
Of who I fell in love with.

And I feel our end all around me.
Like fear.
Like Panic.
But I stay anyway. I finish the job.
And then I drive away. Knowing it’ the last time
 
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Wow, I am sorry that happened. Sucks. :kiss: If you wanna chat you know where to find me.
 
logophile said:
So, this is how we end.
I’m at your house and we’re packing things,
Tidying things.
We’re getting you ready for your other girlfriend.

I agreed to help because I love you
and your terror was palpable.
The thought of her seeing the real you frightened you.
I said, “Sure, Babe. I’ll help.”
Having no idea, of course, that it would kill a little
part of my soul to do it.

As we pull your mess into piles, and sort them into boxes
The space we’ve been sharing transforms
from our tangled up love nest
Into something respectable.
Something utterly different from the life we’ve been living.

And it comes to me that I’m helping you build a new nest.
For the two of you.
I am creating a situation where
I will now have to stand outside
The window and never come back inside.
Back into your bed, by your side, where I Belong.

I love you too much to walk away before the work is done.
We talk about window coverings, shelving units.
We make endless trips to attic to store away the
evidence of you who are.
Of who I fell in love with.

And I feel our end all around me.
Like fear.
Like Panic.
But I stay anyway. I finish the job.
And then I drive away. Knowing it’ the last time

You made me cry. :( I wish I could wrap my arms around you right now.
 
Dear Idiots of Human Resources,

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?

You call me Friday night and leave a message for me to call you back. I try all weekend, but of course no one is in the office. On Monday I finally get a hold of someone only to be told that you have offered the job to someone else. And you couldn't say that in a voice message?

So last night, you call again. You leave a message, again. I assume that the candidate you offered the job to turned you down and now you'd like to offer it to me. I mean, why else are you calling? Seriously? Of course, nothing indicative of ANYTHING was left in the voice mail.

I call this morning only to hear "The candidate we offered the job to has accepted."

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU KEEPING ME APRISED OF THE SITUATION FOR?!

I'm totally cluess. Why did I need to know this? Why keep calling me? LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO OFFER ME THE JOB, YOU NUMBNUTS!

Signed, completely flabbergasted at your idiocy,
McKenna




Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
 
Thanks Everyone.
I stopped in the middle of packing yesterday to write that and it actually made me feel much better.

A better blurt:
OMG!! I just found out that I have house passes to see the Indigo Girls TONIGHT!!
That means I won't have a seat...
Cause I'll be watching the show from BACKSTAGE.

Keeping my kharma clean through this last adventure must have helped.
I love them love them love them!

Thanks again everyone. You are the best family I could have ever asked for.
Oh, and RG - I'll go tidy up my box now. Wanna watch? :kiss:
 
logophile said:
Thanks Everyone.
I stopped in the middle of packing yesterday to write that and it actually made me feel much better.

A better blurt:
OMG!! I just found out that I have house passes to see the Indigo Girls TONIGHT!!
That means I won't have a seat...
Cause I'll be watching the show from BACKSTAGE.

Keeping my kharma clean through this last adventure must have helped.
I love them love them love them!

Thanks again everyone. You are the best family I could have ever asked for.
Oh, and RG - I'll go tidy up my box now. Wanna watch? :kiss:
Can I go to the concert with you? I promise to be bad.
 
:rose: - for Logo

Baby, I knw I couldn't be the only one you've built up karmic credit with..I hope that those I.G. passes are only the beginning of the payback...

...and although you know this without saying, I'm here if you need to vent...or cry...
 
McKenna said:
Dear Idiots of Human Resources,

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?



Signed, completely flabbergasted at your idiocy,
McKenna




Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!


{{{{HUSG}}}}

very frustrating....
 
fish?

How come I am never around when free food is being dished????


{{Hugs}} McK!
 
I might be remiss in mentioning how wonderful I think you are or how good it makes me feel inside to hear you laughing and playing with our children, but please know that while I might not mention it as often as I should, I always notice and it always makes me love you more.
 
logophile said:
So, this is how we end.
I’m at your house and we’re packing things,
Tidying things.
We’re getting you ready for your other girlfriend.

I agreed to help because I love you
and your terror was palpable.
The thought of her seeing the real you frightened you.
I said, “Sure, Babe. I’ll help.”
Having no idea, of course, that it would kill a little
part of my soul to do it.

As we pull your mess into piles, and sort them into boxes
The space we’ve been sharing transforms
from our tangled up love nest
Into something respectable.
Something utterly different from the life we’ve been living.

And it comes to me that I’m helping you build a new nest.
For the two of you.
I am creating a situation where
I will now have to stand outside
The window and never come back inside.
Back into your bed, by your side, where I Belong.

I love you too much to walk away before the work is done.
We talk about window coverings, shelving units.
We make endless trips to the attic to store away the
evidence of you who are.
Of who I fell in love with.

And I feel our end all around me.
Like fear.
Like Panic.
But I stay anyway. I finish the job.
And then I drive away. Knowing it’ the last time

I am sorry, Logo, it sounds like you must be going through a bad time. That was a good poem, but so sad. And maybe when you've gotten a few more years under your belt you won't let yourself be snowed into doing something like that. Let him fend for himself.
 
Blurt: You are so full of yourself it's disgusting. Do you really think anyone wants to hear you toot your own horn?
 
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