The greatest revenge to a girl that steals your man is to let her have him, because a truly good man can never be stolen.
You are not to suppose that I desired perfection, either of mind or person. I longed only for what suited me.
Annoyingly its all about him.
I can sit for 3 hours and stalk him via several mediums of social networking.
None of it is going to bring us together mind.
I guess that’s just how its meant to be. :-( x
I’ve been applying for jobs; thousands of the blighters. If I don’t get a single one of them I might just cry.
Also added a lovely young man on FB who I went to uni with, ‘country boy’ we’ll call him due to the numerous layers he wears on a daily basis. However I found out on his acceptance he is dating a girl I once watched pass out alcohol related. He shouldn’t be dating HER!
Life rolls on. Uploading stock tomorrow. Need to get moving with this business… x
Microsofts friend ‘Penthouse’ invited me back to the Penthouse the other night after my birthday evening out.
Obviously being the Lady I am I said no.
However now I find out that Microsoft’s been putting it about town and it makes me wonder whether I should have said yes to viewing the penthouse?
Penthouse is a nice guy. Who knows what might have happened.
But sadly that moral code of conduct I seem to adopt when drunk has once again taken over my love life.
I don’t know much about her but I’m kind of infatuated with this girl. Or maybe it’s the idea of her that I’ve created. I found myself thinking about her tonight on a walk under some makeshift constellations struggling through the light pollution of Boston, fleeting thoughts coming and going like New England snowfalls. It’s not a lusty, I-want-to-fuck-her kind of deal. I want to hold her close and sing her soft rainstorm melodies and move her in a way that makes her feel unspeakably alive because there’s nothing that has touched her to the core like that in a long time. I want to bear my soul to her in the way that symphonies are written, so that at its completion, my story will have completely enveloped her like B minor at the predawn of a snow-covered day, and she’ll realize that there is nothing more painfully right than the overlap of the lines on our palms and all the countless intersections of her eyes (beautiful, sun-drenched) and mine.
I get you and you get me honestly, and, wow what a situation x
You make me smile.
To me, that’s all that matters.
x
He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favour from the Lord. Proverbs 18:22 NIV
