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One of my all time favorite poems by one of my favorite poets...
This is dedicated to my two girls.
Mari who has always had my heart and who i will always love with all of it. Lovely, you are still my peka, still my light in the darkness. You are an amazing strong woman and everything will be ok through time. And in the moments when its not , i will always be there to hold your hand. I love you.
North, you are my family now. My sister but more, my roommate but more, my nonsexual life partner. (lol) You are there when i think im crazy and you join in with me. You are the only invited guest to my pity parties and the only person i can spent an entire weekend with watching ONLY disney movies with.You are my moonbeam and my therepist. I love you.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
not fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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Sep. 27th, 2005 @ 08:16 pm
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Today i realized what a complete waste my life is. I work right across the street from a Law school and day in and day out i see these smucks carring books as large as my head and as thick as the pride that it hurts. Hurts that they are no better than me, no smarter (ok, maybe a little bit smarter) no more worthy or more special than me and they are actually going somewhere with their lives. Here's something i NEVER in a million years thought i would say; I miss school. God if i could only go back and do it all again. I would have studied harder. I would have gotten the grades my teachers and parents and stanardized (hahah i cant spell and yet i think im smart thats amusing) tests told me i could have. I would have done homework and writen papers and listened instead of passed notes and doodled in notebooks. I would have been a nerd and a dork (what a wale penis??) and stayed home on saturday nights. I would have done everything differently. I would have attended law school or been a doctor or a librainian. I would have some decency, some honor, some work ethic that doesnt include "That will be $7.77 and is that for here or to go?" I would have made a difference with my life. I wouldnt have let a boy or a dance or a date or a church stop me from having a future. I would have gone thousands in debt to have a future. I would have put everything else aside to be actually going somewhere with my life. Why didnt i see that then? When i was still young and stupid and innocent and still had a chance. Why didnt i see that i was going nowhere and that my stupid fucking parents were right? Where am i now? Serving coffee and donuts to girls i went to high school with, girls who did no better or worse than me. Why do they have law school, why do they have college, why do they have life by the horns and i have nothing but debt and fear and trials?
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You are trying to prove to others that nothing can really affect you. You are pretending to be stoical - indifferent to pain or pleasure and indeed even superior to any form of weakness. As a result, more often than not, you unfortunately act with undue harshness or severity by adopting an autocratic and self-willed attitude.
Recently you have been experiencing considerable mental anguish and turmoil. You are bored and discontent. Nothing seems to be going right for you. Even your relationships aren't working out and you don't quite know which way to turn.
Being a very proud individual, you tend to hold yourself aloof pretending that you are stoical - indifferent to pain and pleasure. This is not so, for in truth you are an extremely emotional individual, one that may make a hasty decision and perhaps regret it at leisure. It is time now to break the bond of detachment and be the 'you' that you would like to be - give vent to your emotions and enjoy yourself.
All of the stress and strains resulting from disappointment have led to agitation and anxiety. You have been going out of your way to make a good impression, but you have reservations as to the likelihood of succeeding. You feel that you have a right to accomplish all that you set your mind on but you have become helpless and distressed when circumstances have gone against you. The idea of failure is most upsetting and this can even mean utter dejection. You see yourself as a scapegoat and you feel everyone in your sphere of influence has tried to take undue advantage of you. You are trying to convince yourself that your failure to achieve standing and recognition is not of your making but indeed of those around you.
You are presently worried about your future and you feel that whatever you do will go wrong. At this time you are your own worst enemy. All the disappointment that you have experienced, coupled with the fear that there is no point in formulating fresh goals, have led to anxiety. You would like recognition and a position of trust but you are concerned that these hopes and dreams may not be realized. You are very argumentative and insistent that you are right - maybe you are - but you are pushing too hard. Take it easy, let go, and smile. Smiling and agreeing with people works wonders - try it and see.
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Sep. 14th, 2005 @ 06:25 pm
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I miss JUST kissing. First kisses, sexy kisses, wine kisses, open mouth kisses, neck kisses, second kisses, third kisses, drunken kisses, fourth kisses, fifth kisses, sweet kisses, slow kisses, quite kisses, loud kisses, gentle kisses, mad kisses, lustful kisses, moaning kisses, goodbye kisses, hello kisses, sixth kisses, seventh kisses, one millionth kisses, love kisses, like kisses, slow dance kisses, grinding kisses, movie date kisses, ice cream kisses, rain fall kisses, rainbow kisses, pizza kisses, giving kisses, receiving kisses, Saturday night kisses, Sunday morning kisses, orgasmic kisses, lazy kisses, peck on the cheek kisses, biting kisses, teasing kisses, one and only kisses, married kisses, girlfriend kisses, friend kisses, lonely kisses, happy kisses, sorrowful kisses, I’m there for you kisses, crying kisses, sunshine kisses, flowery kisses, poison kisses, passion kisses, bitchy kisses, jealous kisses, skittle kisses, woe-ing kisses, sidewalk sale kisses, bubble gum kisses, tomboy kisses, femme kisses, short lived kisses, long kisses, mango kisses, stable kisses, extraordinary kisses, role play kisses, comfort kisses, shocked kisses, expected kisses, devastated kisses, sea side kisses, porch kisses, nature kisses, city kisses, train kisses, sunset kisses, romantic dinner kisses, sushi kisses, make up kisses, make out kisses, upward kisses, downward kisses, sideways kisses, cute kisses, caption kisses, princess kisses, wrap up kisses, playful kisses, strong kisses, weak kisses, bonding kisses, apple brown betty kisses, happily ever after kisses, just for now kisses, parting is such sweet sorrow kisses, Juliet and Juliet kisses, just kissing...the right personCurrent Mood:  complacent |
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LIZ'S RANT I
(although tec i rant all the time, this is the first one i've titled. hehe and foamy is my inspirtation. hehe)
They say that if you let someone go they’ll come back to you if it’s meant to be. But how does one know what is or isn’t meant to be? Do you just sit back and have faith that one day your love will come floating back to you on cloud made for two? Do you date around, love around, walk aimlessly around, until they’ve decided to love you again, if they ever do. And why do us hopeless romantics, us optimists, us dreamers, always end up waiting around for good things to “Just happen” to us. Why do I have to wait for her to realize that we deserve another chance at this? Why do I have to sit on the sidelines cheering her on while she gets her heart played with by another? And as a good friend I continue to buy hot dogs and diet cokes and watch the game, whispering plays in her ear when she wants me to. Why do I have to mope around waiting, wondering, wishing for a second chance with the only woman I will ever love? Why should I date around, make googly eyes at other woman? Perfectly fine woman, woman who are beautiful and kind and funny and just plain old amazing. But woman I will never love and who will forever be compared to that ONE woman who I am still waiting for. How is that fair to them? To me? To her? How long do I wait before I resign to old maid hood? 30’s? 50’s? 60’s? If I’m still waiting for her by then does that make me a hero or a zero? Does that make me a romantic or a sap who wasted her entire life being devoted to a woman who will never love her back? Does that make me an amazing hearted person or a pathetic loser who just doesn’t know when to cut her loses and when the fuck to move on? Some days I feel like both…
You know what I hate? People who make those damn ugly deals. Deals like “If neither of us is married by the time were 35, we’ll get married ok?” WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!??! So instead of waiting for love, instead of trusting fate, your going to settle down with your “best friend” of the opposite gender and raise a family? What kind of bullshit is that? Doesn’t everyone deserve their chance to spend the rest of their life with their true love? Doesn’t everyone deserve their chance to spend the rest of their life honoring, cherishing, and protecting that one person who makes their heart skip a beat, that one person who can make you cry because their soul is just that beautiful and you can see it every single time you look into their eyes? (Peka, when I tell you that your beautiful this is what I mean, not only your outsides but what I can see in your eyes) So can the fucking crap about marrying your gay best friend or whatever, just because both of you are alone and feeling pathetic. It may be fun, and you know what, it may even work out. But will you wake up one day at age 60 and be bitter and miserable because you never got a chance to find your soul mate? Because you choose mediocre happiness over the real deal.
God I use a lot of slang and clichés. Its kinda sad that someone for whom writing is a passion, I still can not come up with a single original thought. Maybe that’s because every single thing, every single emotion has already been said and expressed and over processed so we just rephrase it over and over again trying our best to sound provocative or intelligent or somehow insightful. Only I never do. I exist merely to pine and ache and long for things I will never have. Either that or to cure cancer and if the second is truer than the first then I have a lot of catch up to do. Only I am not smart enough for that one, I got a C in chemistry. It just wasn’t for me and the teacher didn’t speak English any better than my dogs and there was this girl who hated me, that distracted me constantly with her trying so hard NOT to look at me, and I was trying just as hard not to look at her and that was because if we ever were to look at each other one of us would turn to stone with hate and the other would waver with forgiveness and she wasn’t ready then, she didn’t trust then, she hated me then all because I had chosen her and I hate myself for hurting her even though this entire story is long time gone and doesn’t even matter to anyone any more. Her ghost still haunts me when I say things like crucify, push pop, or friend. And I can’t even hear her voice anymore inside my head when I read her writings. I use to be able to, just as she use to be able to read my thoughts and know when something was wrong simply from a hello. And I ache to have a friend like that again. Someone I can trust whole heartedly with all my fucked up thoughts and know she will understand. What does she sound like when she trusts, does she trust? How could I forget something so simply, so important? And why do I think of her when I think of first heart break, and why do I think of Joe and date rape, and why do I think that waiting forever just wont be long enough to get my light back. And the questions keep on coming and Zac keeps on drumming and my head hurts from all the pressure. Why do I continue to write about people who do not give a flying fuck, who can let go of the past when I cannot? Who can look towards the future and forget my name and all my tears become the rain that waters their flowers of denial.
And the only thing I’m in denial about is that fact that I’m so damn fat. I’ll be feeling good about myself, walking down the street with my head held high, knowing that my makeup is perfect, that my clothes fit just right, just tight enough in the “right” places. And I’m singing a song and walking along just fine. Until I walk past a glass plate window, a mirror in the mall, a car window, anything that reflects my fat ass back up at me. And my confidence, my self-love, my smile all wash down the drain with the Pepto I took last night to keep my dinner up and my acid down. And I don’t know what to do. I know I’m fat, I can see my chub every single time I look in the mirror, my triple chins and my face so circular that my nose looks like a gathering of bone inside a ball of lard. I have to shape, no figure, no curves, no muscles. All I have is ROUND, LARGE, and nasty. How can people look at me and find this attractive? How can people be my friend and not tell me that I am such a monster. How can a girl who looks like me ever have the confidence that I once had. I use to think I was beautiful, what happened? When did I become this ogre? Or has my self-love fallen away with her love? I wish there was a magic pill I could take, a surgery I could afford, or a God I could pray to that could lift this curse and make me human again. And you know what’s even more funny? The fact that until about two weeks ago, I never realized how truly fat I was. I mean I’m not blind, I knew I was a big girl, but I never knew hot big until two Saturdays ago. Let me tell you an embarrassing, shameful secret of mine. I have always judged myself based on other people. “OH, I’m fat but I’m not AS fat as that woman who just walked by in her spandex pants and too tight shirt with her sixteen rolls popping out, so I must be ok.” Or “Ohhh, I’m fat but I’m not AS fat as that man with his shirt tucked in and the beer gut the size of Montana, so I must be ok.” See, people and gentleman I am truly the WORST kind of fat person. I make myself feel better by not being AS fat as someone else is and that’s just not right. But that all changed on Saturday. “I’m not as fat as her am I?” I asked my “best friend” of a beautiful black woman who I figured was at least twice the size of me, by height and weight. And she just looked nervous and didn’t say a word, looking down at her feet and changing the subject as fast as she could. “WHAT!!!!!!!” I thought, how could she possibly think that I am AS fat as that woman who I thought was WAY fatter than me? And that my brothers and sisters is when I realized that my prospective has always been WAY off and I truly am as fat or fatter than ½ of the people I have made myself feel better by weighing inside my head. And that is when I made myself sick and I could no longer look in the mirror. Welcome to the fucked up world of Lizzie the FAT clown. And you know what I have exercised, I have eaten better, and you know where it gets me? Sore, tired, hungry and miserable. So I guess the question remains, do I want to be a monster or do I want to be sore, tried, hungry, and miserable? The world may never know…
Ok, I guess I’ll stop ranting now…it feels good to get off my chest the exact same things I always get off my chest. I guess they will always keep coming back and clinging to me until I cure myself of them once and for all. We’ll see…
Join us again next week for Liz’s Rant II! Same fat time, same fat channelCurrent Mood:  angry |
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July 4th 2005, An Op/Ed by: Elizabeth M. Staten
Yesterday I experienced one of the truly most disturbing things of my life. The date July 4, 2005, the birthday of our great country. Moreover, not a single friend of mine thought it was anything but another day to complain about their disappointment in our Government. However, to me, yesterday was still a day that should make every single one of us proud to be an American. Sadly, these days, most of my generation just is not proud to be anything.
I see small children proudly waving flags and “ooh”ing over the fireworks, not really sure what they are celebrating but knowing that Mommy and Daddy are supporting all the fun. I see adults, usually thirty-five and older, crying as the National Anthem plays. Standing swollen with pride, behind their country 110%! I see troops of all ages proudly saluting our flag and our President. Moreover, as I look around I wonder where are all the 20-somethings? Why do I stand here in a peerless crowd? What is it about the ages of 16-34 that makes you stop believing in this country? What is it about the youth of America that allows them to hate or simply not care about a country that has made them everything they are today?
Every single day we take advantage of the luxuries, of the power, of the choices, of the good things that come with being an American. Nevertheless, all I hear out of the mouths of our young people is abhorrence for this beautiful country. When I speak to my friends over coffee, when I stand on the corner waiting for the bus, when I eat dinner with my little sister; all I hear is problems, doubts, difficulties, and revulsion over the injustices we still face today.
Now, I will be the first person to tell you that this country definitely has problems. Gays and lesbians will never serve this country proudly unless they are willing to hide part of who they are. They will never be allowed to marry or adopt while President Bush serves his time. People of color still hear the disrespectful words that will haunt them until someone stands up and declares such hate unacceptable. People with disabilities still find it hard to locate work, to navigate around some public places and are still forced to pay out of the nose for expensive heath care. People are still hurt and discriminated against every single day simply because of their race, creed, and sexual orientation. People are living in poverty or are homeless. Children are living without family and are staying in the system for much longer than necessary. There still is crime, rape, murder, pain, and terrorism. I will not cover those injustices with pretty words or lies. Sadly, these things do happen here in the country that I love so much.
The difference is that American’s realize their downfalls. We know we have come so far, but that our work will never be done. And we are ok with that! As time passes, things change. That is how the world has always been and most likely always will be. We all are working on these problems. The President, Congress, our Senators, our police officers, our Armed Forces, and all of the private groups; they are all striving to make this country a better place for everyone. Giving us all hope, that America is improving every single day.
In addition, it is because of those changes and hope they instill that I wake up every single day and thank God that I was born here in the land of the free and the home of the brave. A country where we can appreciate the small as well as the large privileges that we as Americans share in. Small things like sleeping until noon, eating ice cream for dinner, reading my favorite book, and going to the movies without a proper chaperone. Or big things like being allowed to go receive an higher education, being seen as a Human being first and a woman second, being not only allowed but encouraged to study and worship my own God, and attending Pro-choice rallies. Basically, I am simply thankful for being allowed to choose. Making my own choices, being a strong independent woman of the United States of America.
There are so many great things about this country. I cannot even begin to list them all. And although I do not agree with everything President Bush stands for, or is doing, I can still say that I stand proudly behind our President. And that, my friends, is exactly the point I am trying to make. In what other country can 47% of the population disagree with the President and not receive death sentences or life in prison? In this amazing country you can have your own views, you can stand up on your soap box and preach for lower taxes, better health care, or gay right and hear many joyous voices join yours to make one loud, strong voice that hopefully President Bush will hear and honor. That is just one of the many reason I am proud to be an American.
As I said, I might not agree with President Bush, but I have a strong faith in our election system as well as the power of the people, and I know that he will continue to do what he feels is the best thing for the American population. I may have different beliefs, different priorities, a different religion, and I may even be an extreme liberal to President Bush’s conservative, but as long as he is the President of this beautiful country of ours, I will always respect and stand behind him. I will always cry as the flag flies and the music plays. I will always chock up just thinking about the brave men and women defending this country with their own lives. I will always be “Proud to be an American”!
What I want to know is when will my peers join me? When will they realize that being a Democrat or a Liberal does NOT make you Anti-American? When will they realize that they can disagree with President Bush, or want more than they already have and still be proud to be American? When will they realize that being young and freethinking does not give them the right to take for granted the freedoms upon which President Bush ensures? When will they join me? WHEN WILL YOU JOIN ME?
Jul. 5th, 2005 @ 11:47 am
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I've been writing a lot lately, not very well but writing none the less. And that makes me happy. Happy that the ink is flowing back through the pen, happy that the artery is no longer clogged and the that blood is circulating once again. Happy to be writing happy to be free...
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ODE to Anger, Jealousy and Sadness
Anger, to me, is like an old blanket you keep at the foot of your bed incase it gets cold in the middle of the night.
It’s that doggied-eared copy of your favorite childhood book with the pages folded down on your favorite passages.
It’s always there, keeping you warm and comfortable.
Waiting just under the surface, waiting for the white flag to rise, for the bull to charge.
Waiting for the perfect opertunity to storm and attack the enemy, to protect the castle.
It is first to come roaring over the edge,
Sword drawn, blood to be shed, a Kingdom to salvage.
And it also happens to be the more powerful emotion that I own.
And yet today I feel nothing
Jealousy, to me, is like hot coffee with four sugars and two creams.
It’s a fattening double chocolate milkshake with whip cream and vanilla wafers.
It’s something to indulge in, to roll in like a puppy on your old smelly tennis shoes.
Lurking right under my skin, just beneath anger, but still close enough to the surface to boil at the slightest hint of betrayal.
Second to come, never to leave.
Allowing me know when I feel something for someone
As if my heart can’t accept its own feeling until jealously gives her approval.
As if that’s the only way I’ll ever know.
It protects the rest of my feelings with shield in hand and dagger drawn.
Strong in its own right, but often allows pettiness to get in her way.
It exists mostly to feed anger, it is a feast, anger’s nurishment.
And anger allows sadness to join in the meal.
Sadness, to me, is like walking alone in the spring rain on a dark moonlight night, breathing in the fresh clean air.
Feeling the drops wash away the sins of a long cold winter.
Knowing that the water the wets your skin, like tear drops, is feeding the life beneath your feet.
It’s curling up in a cacoon of blankets, peeking out only for a small breath of clear new air.
A small ray of light shinning in an otherwise cavernous lair made to keep others out, and my safety in.
Yet tonight I feel nothing.
These three have become a family to me.
A home cooked dinner waiting on the table for you after a long grueling day at work.
Brothers and sisters to my insides, my entrails.
Like small body parts which I have never paid attention to before, but have always needed.
They are my appendix, my eyelashes, my fingernails, my colon.
They’ve just always been there when I needed them
And I have come to rely on them; anger’s protection, jealousy’s approval and sadness’ friendship.
We have gone through life together, and they have treated me well.
Have given me the strength to get through things I otherwise could not have.
But as of yesterday they have left me
And I feel nothing…
Numb
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Black wool covers my violet eyes
All I can see is darkness, shades of grey before me
A soundless room filled with my distrust of smoke and mirrors
Emptiness sits next to me smoking a cigar and telling me stories about the days of old
He laughs as he remembers the tales
Narratives of the time I spent and the tears I wept
Over my first truly broken heart
And he surprises the whole world with it’s heroine
Everyone is taken aback when they hear her given name
Not I, it had always been her name upon my lips when I shed tears
A friendship turned more
Deeper, more powerful than anything I’d ever felt
Seen only from the inside as anything but a typical camaraderie
A bond of two souls so different that they ended up completing each other
I dont think i realized i was 1/2 in love with her until this year
She damaged my essence when she left me
Unable to let go of the past
Not capable of handling her future
Powerless to fight for our connection because it just wasn’t who she was
“I don’t fight for friendship, it must be given freely for it to mean anything.”
So she walked away, and I let her
Never to trust again
A curtain of velvet brown hair coats my eyes
All I see is shadows of my former life
A room full of secrets and lies
Betrayal sits reclined on my leather sofa
Singing songs of ruined spirits and massacred trust
Clamor of my second broken heart
This time she speaks words that astonishes no one with the offenders name
The girl who became the light of my life
My first feminine kiss, touch
…love
Betrayal chants words that mean something only to me
Sounds that no one except my past beloved and I could understand
We were never two parts of a whole
Never soul mates, more like playmates
But we loved each other and I would have married her
Little Mexican babies with her hair and my eyes
Seen from the outside as “perfect”
But from the inside I had always been waiting for the other shoe to drop
She took my heart with her when she went away
And ive been living without it ever since
“I’m just not in love with you anymore”
Was all it took for her to kill me peice by peice
So she walked away and I let her after much resistance
Falling flat on my face for the second time
Two girls, two times the heartbreak, always one ending…goodbyes.
Jun. 15th, 2005 @ 03:19 pm
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Drunken phone calls that reflect the truth. Truth that needs to be given a voice and talked about until she can give me a garentee. But i know that there is no such thing and that is how i know i will never love again. Mari never promised me forever, in fact even know i dont think she believes in it. She never offered marriage or babies or true love. She was an "for now" kind of person. But i honestly thought that if i believed enough for both of us that it would all work out. If i truly believed in forever and for always then it could come true. She proved me wrong. She always proved me wrong. I got so use to be wrong.
And now i need that garentee, a promise that this will not end, that i will not get hurt, that it will be good and great and forever. I cant do all of this again without it. I need to know that there will be passion, i need to know that there will be love, i need to know that there will be a happy ending and that is just not something North can promise me, and its unfair of me to ask it. So where does that leave us. Two single girls in "like" but never moving forward because i dont have my garentee and she is too much of a lady to not respect my need for space. So here we are, never moving forward, never moving back, and never really talking about it.
I look at her and i see me, a perfect heart, a perfect soul. If I had made a list of every single characteristic that i ever could have wanted in a woman, North really would be it. She is smart, funny, beautiful, Pagan, looking for a long term relationship, wants children, loves animals almost more than people, nonjudgmental, openminded, respectful, great converstationalist (we can talk for hours and hours about everything from stupid shit, to politics, to sex...its amazing) She is HONESTLY the perfect person for me. As she keeps telling me, "You are honestly the PERFECT woman!!" hehe And it just keeps seeming more and more true.
And i want to kiss her so bad. For two reasons. One, i just want to...shes an attractive woman who i really like, of course i want to kiss her. Two, i want to see if there is any chemistry there. I mean we get along great but for some reason im having trouble thinking sexy around her. She is more romantic and cute and cuddly in my minds eye. I dont see sensual, sexy, raw passion. (hehe) And that is something I NEED in a relationship. I dont just want it, i need to have it. I'm not looking to marry my best friend like many people are. Everyone always says that they want to marry their best friend. I dont! I mean of course i want to get along with my wife/girlfriend. I want use to be able to be friends and to always be open and honest about everything, but i always want us to have passionate, sex at three in the afternoon on a sunday afternoon. I dont kiss my friends, i dont want me best friends. Thats why they are friends and not lovers. hehe I want a girlfriend, a lover, a partner, an equal, and then a friend. You may think thats crazy but its true....
So i'm just stuck in that mode right now...thinking, wondering...taking one day at a time and hoping for the best. I just hope i can get over this Mari shit soon, get over my own personal being afraid of geting hurt shit and move on and just be happy. Whatever that means...
Xoox, Charliee
P.S. Oh and by the way...i am a live and well...hehe just not on the comp much these days and if i havnt seen or talked to you, i love you!! *smiles*
Jun. 13th, 2005 @ 05:36 pm
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Your brain: 120% interpersonal, 100% visual, 140% verbal, and 40% mathematical!
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Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers.
Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious:
- Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%.
- Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%.
- Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.
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I am a bad person....no wait i am a bored person
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