Lots of shit floating through my head these days.
It's weird to have met someone who understands me so completely...I'm a little shocked.
Shocked by the circumstance in which we became accquainted, and the situation we find ourselves in.
Ivy's new boy used to live in the condominium complex that I lived in during high school.
They made out under the gazebo, and as she was telling me that pointless story too many of my own memories flashed through my mind.
Mostly involving Satan and I...kissing under the stars, shouting at each other from a balcony...yes, like Romeo and Juliet...so many silly memories...things you might find in a fairy tale.
I miss him, it could break my heart again if there was anything left within me that could possibly shatter.
I'm still pissed that my $300 knife somehow went missing, even though the only place I was is Ivy's house...I'd bet all my money that Sex Shop Guy jacked it.
I should stop choosing to flirt with guys like this.
Should we talk about this other guy?
I don't know...should we?
I'm terrified of this for more than one reason.
But I've never met anyone who understands my bad days, the trauma I've lived through, and my weird obsession with My Little Pony.
He seems like a keeper...except he's not my type and he's much older than me.
Try ten years older....The Jester and Ivy said it doesn't matter how old he is or what he looks like.
And it's not that weird considering that I was going to marry someone who was like thirty-two when I was seventeen.
Yep, another one of my secrets is out...I was engaged at one point, to a Dutch guy.
*laugh*
I certainly have had a strange life.
Also found this on the Internet today;
That's exactly what you think it is.
Lovecraft drinking tea with Cthulhu, and Poe with his raven.
I suppose that's all...
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