December 2007
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“Damn, you look fat. What are you, pushing 200 pounds?”
“You’re gonna eat all that? You should eat less.”
“You look obese.”
“Do you over-eat?”
“Oh, my god, I can see your fat rolls. Stop eating sandwiches.”
Now, would you say any of these things to an overweight woman? Probably not. So, what makes it okay to say negative things...
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Things currently annoying me:
a) Hey, Lawrence, do you think you could come out and plow the goddamn roads? I realize it’s a Sunday but you work, like, 6 days a year. This is what happens in Kansas in December. It snows, you plow.
b) Hey, landlord, do you think you could come out and plow the fucking parking lot? Last time I checked, that was your job. I got stuck twice and nearly hit, not only a parked car, but a man...
something for nothing
Somebody always wants something for me. I really don’t have anything more to give you. I’m fucking exhausted. You fuckers have emotionally exhausted me.
Really, all I want to do is lay on my couch and watch, ‘Sex and the City.’
I don’t want to go to dinner. Then, I’ll have to make converstaion.
I don’t want a relationship. That’s far too much...
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“I love you.”
Hundled over the phone in the corner of the bathroom.
“No thanks.”
Muffled by blankets and someone’s draping arms.
“I’m sorry.”
Followed by a sigh.
“It doesn’t matter.”
With a shrug of the shoulders.
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this isn’t about anyone is particular (part 14)
a) Don’t go on and on about how much you’ve fucked up and how much you miss someone just to never talk to them again. Apparently, you don’t actually think you’ve fucked up. You have. Twice now.
b) If you’re not gonna bother to make the effort, I’m not gonna bother to answer the phone when you do decide to call.
c) Excuses are like assholes, everyone has one....
a two and a three
I’m 23. One year old and none the wiser, I suppose. Despite the recent outbreak of bullshit in my life, I am very happy with where I am. I have the best friends ever and life is looking up.
So, fuck you, 22. You sucked.
While I was sitting at dinner a young man dropped a note off at my table that read:
“Hello. My name is Christopher. You seem interesting. Sometimes people write phone numbers in notes like these and I tend to believe that is sort of a gimmick where grandparents tell their grandkids that grandpa thought that grandma was a ‘looka’ and they instantly fell in love. I tend not to...