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[xifeng]

If I may sum up my weekend in one disjointed, capslocked phrase, BOOKS AND PAYCHECKS LOL.

I seem to have decided, despite all evidence to the contrary, that it would be a good idea to suggest that she be my w0m4n. This plan is almost certainly doomed to failure thanks to a variety of factors, and then you can all mock my emo wangst when same appears subsequently. I've just not settled on a decent time to do it; either Valentine's Day (yes, let's all be cheesy and corny and horribly cliché) or over the summer, which will have the bonus of a.) giving me some time to grow a pair and b.) making me feel a little less creepy about the whole enterprise.

I just think that if I don't do something, I'm going to have to watch her go out with someone else (AGAIN) and kick myself for, like, ever. I mean, yes, any relationship is necessarily going to have a time limit because I don't believe in The One and I'm not someone she should be with for the rest of her life (we would only make each other unhappy), but I do love her and I wish she'd let me walk with her a little way, even if I'm not there at the end of the road.

Love, it is a crock.

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[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

THERAPY TO HELP YOU NOT BE SO FIXATED ON POO.

There is that. I've been going back and forth with myself about it.

OH, MUST YOU RUB IT IN? YOU ARE CRUEL.

[tara]

I DO NOT WANT SUCH CRUEL THERAPY!

I think the key thing is that she is not the type to let a Confession change everything unless it's in a positive way, which is a v.good thing.

I KNOW THIS.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

WELL, IT IS EXPERIMENTAL AND THE INSURANCE DOES NOT ALWAYS COVER IT.

You're more confident than I am *g*

WOE, WOE, WOE. O WOE. *is a Persian out of Aeschylus*

[tara]

INSURANCE IS A POO TOO, THEN. A SLOPPY ONE AT THAT.

I think I've read enough to be fairly confident, even though I don't know her well. Let's face it, there's a reason you love her, and that reason is not that she's an intolerant bitch ;)

EW AESCHYLUS. *WANTS ARISTOPHANES*

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

INSURANCE IS A BIG SMELLY POO WITH CORN CHUNKS. THE KIND THAT BURNS AND STINGS AS IT COMES OUT. (Gross-Out: it's the Fun game that everybody on LJ can play!)

The reason is that I have no sense of self-preservation ;)

AESCHYLUS 0WNZ. BUT THEN SO DOES ARISTOPHANES.

[tara]

THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN UNHEALTHY POO :(

Ha, yes, that would probably apply to most of my past interests. I'm totally over the recent crush, though, which is good. It's amazing what a mention of drugs will do.

ARISTOPHANES PWNS AESCHYLUS BECAUSE HE TALKS ABOUT POOING AND AESCHYLUS DOESN'T.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

WELL, IT'S JUST THAT THE HUMAN BODY CAN'T PROCESS CORN PROPERLY :(

Your drugs are my babies. I scream like a little girl at the thought of commitment and forever and that.

THE ONES WHERE AESCHYLUS TALKS ABOUT POO(ING) MUST HAVE BEEN LOST IN ANTIQUITY.