to the one that got away
some of us are not afforded the frivolous excuse of being hormonal nor afforded the benefit of being mistaken as the weaker sex. no some of us are cursed to be men, present company included.
personally, i have never had the privilege of being able to curse someone, slap them purple and then blame it on the fact that i've only had 4 Midol tablets that day instead of to the traditional coma inducing, 2 and 1/2 bottles of sympathomimetic, cinnamedrine. (of course i have also never got angry at a group of people staring at a picture of my half naked body on Facebook that i took in my bathroom and then complain about feeling violated when the least attractive one in the lot remarks on the width of my bosoms and what noise they'd like to make "to" them.)
why did we decide to...you know...not?
typing this i'm quite sure i did something extremely stupid, but because i'm a dude the story i'm going with is, it was no doubt your fault.
(this is where things get super specific, so people who know both of us and know that rum raisin, with the raisins picked out, is your favorite flavor of ice-cream, being second only to pistachio, will know who i'm talking about, but hey...that is why blogs exist, to share the darkness that no one knew but us and to make weird videos about being attacked by mutant weaves.)
i saw you the other day (and by the other day i mean today), i really wanted to roll my eyes but recently i have been crying so much over losing you that i was afraid if i tried to roll my eyes they would simply fall out of my head.
yes as a male i once also subscribed to the whole "i don't cry as a matter of principle, but in theory i support the practice" then one day you were gone and seeing you brought all those wonderfully, painful memories back.
the first time we held hands, the first time we kissed, the first time you said you loved me; (all those painful memories, not necessarily in that order.)
rant aside, this is why you must understand how it pains me so to come to the realization that i have lost you.
you didn't do any of that crap, except the drug stuff...
still, you knew that women were ridiculous and that men were stupid and for some reason despite your blatant misanthropic understanding of life you fell in love with me; me, premiere of idiotic sub-set 'b'.
you didn't do any of that crap, except the drug stuff...
still, you knew that women were ridiculous and that men were stupid and for some reason despite your blatant misanthropic understanding of life you fell in love with me; me, premiere of idiotic sub-set 'b'.
why did we decide to...you know...not?
typing this i'm quite sure i did something extremely stupid, but because i'm a dude the story i'm going with is, it was no doubt your fault.
(this is where things get super specific, so people who know both of us and know that rum raisin, with the raisins picked out, is your favorite flavor of ice-cream, being second only to pistachio, will know who i'm talking about, but hey...that is why blogs exist, to share the darkness that no one knew but us and to make weird videos about being attacked by mutant weaves.)
i saw you the other day (and by the other day i mean today), i really wanted to roll my eyes but recently i have been crying so much over losing you that i was afraid if i tried to roll my eyes they would simply fall out of my head.
yes as a male i once also subscribed to the whole "i don't cry as a matter of principle, but in theory i support the practice" then one day you were gone and seeing you brought all those wonderfully, painful memories back.
the first time we held hands, the first time we kissed, the first time you said you loved me; (all those painful memories, not necessarily in that order.)
it's seeing you all the way over there, 12 feet away, in the arms of someone else that i realize that you are perhaps the best thing that ever happened to me (and i challenge any of the girls from the 2008 Kalik Calendar to prove otherwise)
isn't christmas the most wonderful time to be alone? (and to the three gyals that slip me the numbers at the last Saturdays In The City it's not that you aren't quite attractive and won't make someone a wonderfully adequate single mother some day, but you know that you aren't her)
isn't christmas the most wonderful time to be alone? (and to the three gyals that slip me the numbers at the last Saturdays In The City it's not that you aren't quite attractive and won't make someone a wonderfully adequate single mother some day, but you know that you aren't her)
and now it is here choking on the exhaust from this #10 jitney, trying to steal some internet, hoping that you look at this i realize that one of us messed up...
it's probably you, i'm awesome
(... sigh)
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