Isolated Blurt Thread
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OhMissScarlett
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minsue said:What if I just wanted to hear you breathe?
then you should've at least asked me what I was wearing.
mlady_france
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mlady_france said:Head colds suck!
Now I have to pay money to see a doctor who will tell me I have a head cold just so that I can get a little piece of paper saying that I saw him so I can take that paper to work and not get introuble for calling off. All because of some stupid people who call off once a week! Like I didn't have enough to worry about.
Update:
Well the doc said it's an inner ear infection causing a mild case of virtigo.
OhMissScarlett
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This is going to be one of those self-indulgent days.
Oh yeah, bring on the Strawberry Cheesequake Blizzard.
Oh yeah, bring on the Strawberry Cheesequake Blizzard.
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<< is tired.
That is all.
That is all.
Trinique_Fire
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Woke up with this feeling of something angry in my stomach. Felt like a demon...pictured sharp teeth, black eyes, the screams of a banshee. Heart pounded all day, trying to beat out of my chest, tried to control my words, my fists, my frustrated yells.
Talked to Ericka. Tears poured down in halting streams while I slogged through every confusion and hypocritical statement I'd heard recently. Heard things I never thought I'd hear come from her. Harsh words, sympathetic understanding.
Greeted at home with more of the same. Eyes that looked tired, angry, depressed. Wanted to talk, to tell YOU what I'm really scared of and how such a little thing like that drove us apart. Excited, anticipating all day to tell you what I really want, and you come home, looking that way. Angry, frightening. Wanted so badly to tell you my heart, but the look on your face scared the shit out of me. Your legs hurt, eyes heavy...wanted to let you sleep, to tell you tomorrow. Thought you'd lay down, close your eyes, pass out.
My heart played stupid again. Believing words that pour from mouths, gullible, it's called. Believe what you think, think like a child, either never get hurt, or get hurt the worst way.
Twenty minutes later you were all smiles, playing cards (I think), watching a movie, laughing, touching, playing, poking, doing whatever it is you do. I'm too exhausted to care about the who, what, where, when, why...
You want me to tell you what I want, you want to be able to get close and intimate. I don't see any room for intimacy in that house between us. Three's a crowd. Whether you believe it or not, it feels that way. Why I'm not intimate with you? Why I seem to be more uncomfortable than ever? It might be your room, but it's his bed. And I won't go that far. I can't. I don't like the feeling inside that room, inside his things. Even when he's not there, the feeling of being surrounded by him is.
I love you. I fucking LOVE YOU, but I'm losing my mind. I need you to understand, to not be so quick to judge.
Trinique
Woke up with this feeling of something angry in my stomach. Felt like a demon...pictured sharp teeth, black eyes, the screams of a banshee. Heart pounded all day, trying to beat out of my chest, tried to control my words, my fists, my frustrated yells.
Talked to Ericka. Tears poured down in halting streams while I slogged through every confusion and hypocritical statement I'd heard recently. Heard things I never thought I'd hear come from her. Harsh words, sympathetic understanding.
Greeted at home with more of the same. Eyes that looked tired, angry, depressed. Wanted to talk, to tell YOU what I'm really scared of and how such a little thing like that drove us apart. Excited, anticipating all day to tell you what I really want, and you come home, looking that way. Angry, frightening. Wanted so badly to tell you my heart, but the look on your face scared the shit out of me. Your legs hurt, eyes heavy...wanted to let you sleep, to tell you tomorrow. Thought you'd lay down, close your eyes, pass out.
My heart played stupid again. Believing words that pour from mouths, gullible, it's called. Believe what you think, think like a child, either never get hurt, or get hurt the worst way.
Twenty minutes later you were all smiles, playing cards (I think), watching a movie, laughing, touching, playing, poking, doing whatever it is you do. I'm too exhausted to care about the who, what, where, when, why...
You want me to tell you what I want, you want to be able to get close and intimate. I don't see any room for intimacy in that house between us. Three's a crowd. Whether you believe it or not, it feels that way. Why I'm not intimate with you? Why I seem to be more uncomfortable than ever? It might be your room, but it's his bed. And I won't go that far. I can't. I don't like the feeling inside that room, inside his things. Even when he's not there, the feeling of being surrounded by him is.
I love you. I fucking LOVE YOU, but I'm losing my mind. I need you to understand, to not be so quick to judge.
Trinique
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Dar~ said:
That's three more gone. That deserves a
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carsonshepherd
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also quite tired.
thank you and continue blurting.
thank you and continue blurting.
carsonshepherd
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Dar~ said:
yes, and some cinnamon rolls, please.
like your av!
OhMissScarlett
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Did anyone get the licence plate number of the truck that ran over me. I've been asleep for about four hours. The last thing I remember is eating a Dairy Queen Blizzard and looking at the Bel Ami swimsuit spread in Interview magazine.
carsonshepherd
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OhMissScarlett said:Did anyone get the licence plate number of the truck that ran over me. I've been asleep for about four hours. The last thing I remember is eating a Dairy Queen Blizzard and looking at the Bel Ami swimsuit spread in Interview magazine.
ahhh what a pleasant dream
lucky-E-leven
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What to do? What to do?
The house we wanted is going to take much more work than initially expected.
I found another house, but it's more expensive.
All these decisions and relays are bringing on a helluva headache.
*le sigh*
Tomorrow is another day of research and hopefully a day of decision. I'm hopeful.
The house we wanted is going to take much more work than initially expected.
I found another house, but it's more expensive.
All these decisions and relays are bringing on a helluva headache.
*le sigh*
Tomorrow is another day of research and hopefully a day of decision. I'm hopeful.
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