So, no date for me tonight. I've got a lot of thoughts about this, but they're so jumbled that I don't want to write about them tonight. Well, by tonight, I mean, right now. Maybe later. Maybe never. Maybe it'll all be OK.
But this is what keeps circling my addled brain:
I am neither your Madonna nor your whore.
I am neither the cause of your problems nor the solution to them.
I'm just a girl-person, doing the best she can with her limited resources and capabilities, trying not to cause harm and hopefully spreading some cheer. Perhaps a little grin on occasion.
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"The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is 'What does a woman want?'" - Freud "Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities. " - H.P. Lovecraft "I love you only because it's you the one I love." - Pablo Neruda
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A Wolf at the Table - Augusten Burroughs
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1 comment:
If I ever see him, I'll say really mean things. I was going to threaten bodily harm, but then I realized that this is a public blog, and while I would obviously never actually commit bodily harm, if some harm actually befell this guy, I would be the first one the cops came to. So I decided against putting it down on this particular site. But I wouldn't cry if he got stung by 3 bees or got 17 splinters or slammed his hand in his car door...his locked car door.
I will say this though. He's a loser and a fucker, nowhere near good enough for you.
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