Drama Queen
Apparently, that is me. Got myself in a complete lather last night and this morning over nada. But at least I was prepared. There were no Macchiavellian machinations at work, just the typical ineptitude and miscommunications. Oh well. Maybe I just did not get enough praise as a child.
posted by Bart at 10:45 PM
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Dear Bart;
I'm glad your lather subsided. But my little brother; TITS trumps DICKS. (Especially {sadly} Gay Dicks) Except in Fashion or Restaurants...So if you were to be slighted, it would make sense.(Most common, in the circles of your arc ).
When I log onto you and i see a new post, I light a cigerette. Because as much as I like a Marlboro, I get a double rumination with your posts.
How I wonder, why I wonder.
Where do these people like (boy/boy #1st) fit into your life now? (For the Bart I have come to know). Except for that, a milestone, he seems like the typical star fucking crass bullshit we have been looking at from a far as the entry ticket into a society that when the dues come up, we do not wan't to pay and want to cease to belong.
Listen, we took drugs, we were ashamed, we had body issues...I thought I was origional in these thoughts. But, Bart. Sorry...we are not origional here.
An ancient saying has rang through to me since I was a messed up 22 year old. (I'm para-phrasing)
"Look at your friends, and see if you see youself"
Cripes, i did not want to make this long, but...I have seen SO MANY PEOPLE MAKE IT (famous-like) that I have a 1 degree of seperation from. A lot were dicks. And honestly, I get kind of envious. And my envy is because I did not try. (For me). It seems to me in your case, you just want these a-holes to come crawling back or ask about you (and thats a cool wish by me). Believe me, if they want to know, they will find out, and maybe they found out but are pretending they didn't.
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