10 minutes to write this blog.
Not like it's never happened before, but without pressure.
All I know is that I'd like to type out some-tHINgs, but, I dunno.
You know, there's this Virgo chick...with whom I use to work...but then she got another job in the plaza wherein I work. The only relation I had with her, was our vegan-ness. All we'd do when we'd hang out, was EATAMOHFOHKIN'LOTTAFOOD. And then sit down, watch movies..she'd say she was 'hungry' after this MEALLAFUCKINTASTICFOODINGULFMENT...and then cook and eat a hell of a lot more. This was the routine. Now. I'm a Gemini...and she was a virgo, all you other lovelies out there might be able to catch this vibe of HORRID-NESS. She's quite possessive of anyone, wants to cook shit for them, but also is inconsiderate.. One time, she had a chick who was SODAMNBROKE to buy her ALLOFTHISEXPENSIVEORGANIC-CRAPTASTICFOODS, with her insufficient fundings...because SHE(VIRGO) wanted to cook. And eat. And no doubt do nothing else but supply ample amounts of silence. Awkward Silence. ("Why am I here?" "Why is she here?" "Holy crap, pleaseFUCKINGLEAVE") Were the transparent thoughts floating in the air, no doubt. Same here though. No conversational substinance. The only way for me to handle this crap was to become this cheerful bubbly fuck. &, Since recognizing that I dislike this so much... I have no longer replied or anything, you know, just shunheroff my list. BUT SHE DON'T GET IT. She came into my work yesterday, THE FIRST DAMN DAY I'VE TAKEN OUT MY BIKE FOR A MONTH, since seeing my bike, she came in. Looking all insecure & Sad as horse shit....GAAAAAAAHH. Fucking torture. "Kim, don't think this is strange, but... are we still .. friends?" Worried-as-SHIT!!!!- she pouts these words. "..yeah,why?" WEll, it's just that all my friends seem to .. ABANDON ME. ("well, fuckin' right they might as well have, WHADDYA THINK I'VE BEEN TRYING TO DO") Abandon. It's all relative I suppose. The only thing I know not how to handle now is...'breaking' up. ENDING IT. But on good acquaintance-like terms. You know. Full of understanding. Right... So, Kim wants freedom, I want to encaged a person... I see... It'd all fall to shambles anyway. There's noooo o o o desire for me to see this .. VEERgoh. Vomitus to the maximus, she makes me feel.
10 minutes is up.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
My last statement
[Clear and concise as my thought processing may be, best of its abilities...an email to a Nova boy. Hopefully all turns out... swell.]
So I've received your texts, bye, & u hurt my feelings.
Andrew, you're giving me more and more reasons of why I should just not waste my time takling with you. It's becoming difficult for me to defend the image that I have of you, apparently each time you say something to me. I won't know on what grounds I should speak of, until you are capable of distinguishing the actions that you make. I am very near to just not bothering with you any more, because as I've stated, you're giving me nothing to work with. I hear your spite, and pain, and for lack of better words, uncontrollable immature-blabber. I figured you perceived that you and I were emotionally tied, but Andrew, none of that was shared. This was built up only in your mind.
Andrew, you do not love me, and w were never bound by any sort of agreement, or mutual understanding. This has been a sort of presumptuous dream. Your initial feelings might warrant your behavior, this is the benefit of a doubt I am giving you. But you share with me the sort of person with which I'd rather not have any affiliations. I take nothing away from our experiences with eachother, they all stand true and real.
If you are looking for a reaction from me, to justify your emotional beliefs of what may have happened, look no further, this is it.
I guess I have nothing more to say to you.
If our paths meet again, may it be proof of a new day,
Kim.
So I've received your texts, bye, & u hurt my feelings.
Andrew, you're giving me more and more reasons of why I should just not waste my time takling with you. It's becoming difficult for me to defend the image that I have of you, apparently each time you say something to me. I won't know on what grounds I should speak of, until you are capable of distinguishing the actions that you make. I am very near to just not bothering with you any more, because as I've stated, you're giving me nothing to work with. I hear your spite, and pain, and for lack of better words, uncontrollable immature-blabber. I figured you perceived that you and I were emotionally tied, but Andrew, none of that was shared. This was built up only in your mind.
Andrew, you do not love me, and w were never bound by any sort of agreement, or mutual understanding. This has been a sort of presumptuous dream. Your initial feelings might warrant your behavior, this is the benefit of a doubt I am giving you. But you share with me the sort of person with which I'd rather not have any affiliations. I take nothing away from our experiences with eachother, they all stand true and real.
If you are looking for a reaction from me, to justify your emotional beliefs of what may have happened, look no further, this is it.
I guess I have nothing more to say to you.
If our paths meet again, may it be proof of a new day,
Kim.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Respect to the Vivd Piscies detailed&Uniq realities.
Dried boogers, where did the jelly ones go?
Ouhh...What to even say, how to even introduce them idears that floss my mind's networks. iCould start with my thoughts of my mornings breakfast (T - 7.5h), How Virgo people are just not cool for me, a shift of space & Happenings into sumthin' I've never expected to be aware of for some more few years... Could be my continuing relevations of WHY THE HELL AM I NOT in some sorta School for the Awesome Arts right now...or at least for a more progressive thought pattern...how shall I get there...
With no, or little, fear of prejudice I am becoming more akin to the aspects of Astrology. I guess one may be even able to pick such out from the previous Virgo read. ...Butt-Fuck, it has its pulls and knots.
I notice that I'm totally not being freely speaky riita hear-ah. So what's to do? What's one to decide? I'm currently in my firend's bedroom, and I want to 'enjoy' a tabacky-slimmy, but the balcony door creeks & causes some AWAKENngings... Yah-no, the fresh air would do me so well actually. Have you ever tried to switch the functions of each ofyour thumbs onthe keyboard...forinstance, I use my left one NOT to push the space-ular rectangle...MOST OFTens the right...but left for this... ...Too Weird...I'm off that wagon.
Not really a good idea to type and stuff, or well atleast to look at a monitor right before you go to bed, or in hopes at least that it will set your mind through an easeful sleep-rest. Not even smoking.
I remember in elementary, this one mate-notof mine had an egg allergy, and what I had said was "WOAH that much REALLYsuck".....& I would think of all the cakes and moring doo-dahs of beakfast and ...all things else one would suspect he MUSTNOTHAVE-Ever enjoyed. But fun thing is...that I don't eat much of anything that carries these traces of eggs. Interesting how things have developed. As must all develoPINGS be.... just pure interesting.
I'm fairly very certain I am in the likingsof liking some mate o' mine right now. & this isnew. This is very new. Not the liking, but the awakreness of such positivo emotional UPRISING!
Dear Dairy, N O I S Z EH.
It's as if I'm refusing to sleep, to let myself sleep. Ah meh peuh pah koo shey. HOpefully that does the trick. ...of Pronounciation, can't touch this lack of restty nutty head hea headss.
Wow look at this jumble. I'll check out the mate's breathing patterns, ifi seems like a good chance he's in it deep, with the deep Whooz & Hahhhs, then open ma fucking dang sesame crackers CREEKS-a lot, door. If not...smoke stained cielings will match perfectly with the brown typ. appartment floorings.
Cool, this was neat - Peace : )
Ouhh...What to even say, how to even introduce them idears that floss my mind's networks. iCould start with my thoughts of my mornings breakfast (T - 7.5h), How Virgo people are just not cool for me, a shift of space & Happenings into sumthin' I've never expected to be aware of for some more few years... Could be my continuing relevations of WHY THE HELL AM I NOT in some sorta School for the Awesome Arts right now...or at least for a more progressive thought pattern...how shall I get there...
With no, or little, fear of prejudice I am becoming more akin to the aspects of Astrology. I guess one may be even able to pick such out from the previous Virgo read. ...Butt-Fuck, it has its pulls and knots.
I notice that I'm totally not being freely speaky riita hear-ah. So what's to do? What's one to decide? I'm currently in my firend's bedroom, and I want to 'enjoy' a tabacky-slimmy, but the balcony door creeks & causes some AWAKENngings... Yah-no, the fresh air would do me so well actually. Have you ever tried to switch the functions of each ofyour thumbs onthe keyboard...forinstance, I use my left one NOT to push the space-ular rectangle...MOST OFTens the right...but left for this... ...Too Weird...I'm off that wagon.
Not really a good idea to type and stuff, or well atleast to look at a monitor right before you go to bed, or in hopes at least that it will set your mind through an easeful sleep-rest. Not even smoking.
I remember in elementary, this one mate-notof mine had an egg allergy, and what I had said was "WOAH that much REALLYsuck".....& I would think of all the cakes and moring doo-dahs of beakfast and ...all things else one would suspect he MUSTNOTHAVE-Ever enjoyed. But fun thing is...that I don't eat much of anything that carries these traces of eggs. Interesting how things have developed. As must all develoPINGS be.... just pure interesting.
I'm fairly very certain I am in the likingsof liking some mate o' mine right now. & this isnew. This is very new. Not the liking, but the awakreness of such positivo emotional UPRISING!
Dear Dairy, N O I S Z EH.
It's as if I'm refusing to sleep, to let myself sleep. Ah meh peuh pah koo shey. HOpefully that does the trick. ...of Pronounciation, can't touch this lack of restty nutty head hea headss.
Wow look at this jumble. I'll check out the mate's breathing patterns, ifi seems like a good chance he's in it deep, with the deep Whooz & Hahhhs, then open ma fucking dang sesame crackers CREEKS-a lot, door. If not...smoke stained cielings will match perfectly with the brown typ. appartment floorings.
Cool, this was neat - Peace : )
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