I didn't realise that you wrote poetry . . .
(I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry)
posted by MJP @ 12:41 PM 6 comments
I wish I could tell you that the pain eventually goes away... but I really don't think it does.It's kinda like getting your arm chopped off. Sure, you can make the bleeding stop, but your arm's not gonna grow back.Sorry, I should probably be giving words of encouragement or something here instead of rambling on like this.anyway... if you do wind up having casual meaningless sex in San Fransisco, could you let me know if it actually helps you feel better?
P.S. Cats are SQUISHY!!!!
Damn robots - i thought I locked that door.
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I wish I could tell you that the pain eventually goes away... but I really don't think it does.
It's kinda like getting your arm chopped off. Sure, you can make the bleeding stop, but your arm's not gonna grow back.
Sorry, I should probably be giving words of encouragement or something here instead of rambling on like this.
anyway... if you do wind up having casual meaningless sex in San Fransisco, could you let me know if it actually helps you feel better?
P.S. Cats are SQUISHY!!!!
Damn robots - i thought I locked that door.
PAK CHOOIE DELETE
WHY DO YOU FEAR THE TRUTH?
Because the truth hurts, duh!
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