November 26, 2003
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isn’t this perfect??
that’s an actual xmas record put out by verve…good job, verve, I say.
Santa baby, bring me a nice big mistletoe kiss, okay?
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tonight the joint therapist talked about how it was going to be difficult for both of us to see the other one dating. um, yeah, I’ve gotten to see that already several times in the last few years. she mentioned, “in about a year or so, if you’re ready then.” I don’t think she’s got any idea how long it’s been since somebody loved up on me. I was thinking, yeah, you’re probably right, but if I have to think about that reality right now, how long it’s actually going to be, this time of year, well, shit… shove that turkey over, I’m puttin’ my head in the oven.
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yep, a nice soft breathy kiss on my neck…mmmmmmmmm. I’ll take me one’a those.
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Comments (25)
I know, I know. I still haven’t figured out how to meet people. The whole process fills me with dread and nausea–it’s like dating, Sartre style!
or worse, kafka…what if I really am an overweight cockroach?
oooooo, or nietsche… and all the men we meet hate women!
woohoo my christmas card for the year. thanks satori.
(i stole your card last year
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i think from now on ill steal your cards every year and send em out in my name – i hate having to think up ideas… XD
ya know, this makes me think of affection and general human touching and how as a society we tend to look at it as an either/or thing. It’s like there’s something wrong with just wanting to curl up around other people like a cat, pet them till they pur and it NOT be a sexual innuendo. Or maybe I’m just weird. Probably the latter.
Here’s an inter-hug anyways. *hug*
((((((((satori)))))))) MWAH!
I know it’s a lame substitute, but that’s all I got.
::nodding at poesy::
I actually ran across something I think I’m gonna try – speed dating. 4 mins with 25 guys (now I know I’m insane!)
Touch, yeah. Ashley Montagu wrote an amazing book about it.
Big
to you, woman.
*sigh*
start hanging out in cool places and drop things. when a guy helps you pick them up, start fondling him, if he likes it, ask him out.
oh I don’t know. I only found the monkey because someone shoved me in his direction, it took me weeks to figure out that strange weird feeling I was having meant I liked him and that he wasn’t an asshole, cuz I’m stoopit about men. Very. Stoopit. whatever I find on my own is bad news. and the monkey was the first guy I got to know before I was really attracted to him, on the outside he wasn’t at all what I thought I was looking for.
doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results is a definition of insanity. so call me kooky. try something new, poodle.
you’re too cute and clever to be sittin’ here alone, cupcake. that’s the damn truth.
ROFL.. OH satori. Trust me, itll happen. You just have to allow it, in time.
I get it where I can. That means from dogs, cats, birds, kids and grandmothers. But then I don’t notice what I’m getting or not getting so much if I’m pouring it out on others.
smoochola.
Nope…if he wasn’t wise enough to realize all that you are then I say the wrong turkey is in the oven.
I don’t have any grand (or even good) advise for you when it comes to relationships or matters of the heart. The only two things I could think of would be, don’t you ever settle…and look at my example and do the exact opposite.
Now…perhaps if you start hanging with a better class of people you’ll get more chance to get, “Loved up on” as you put it. I mean besides a guy who’s dating and a near-sighted therapist. If you want…I could advertise for ya.
I think it may be easier when you actually break up because it will be legitimate to shop around. This twilight zone you’re going through now is simply confusing.
love to you mama! And kisses on the neck are wonderful and you truly deserve them.
I just wanted to council you on the name thing…despite feeling silly about it from time to time, I love it, and I feel it sets a positive role for my daughters to have their own names rather than family names. But I’m ever a freak. If I had any sex drive at all I’d shower you with kisses.
It’s possible you would have felt a lot of hot breath if you had gone out with us the other night
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Not that hot breath is the same as a “soft breathy kiss” but you won’t fault my on having that horrible a memory, will you?
I have a sex drive, want me to shower you with kisses?
(I mean that in the most respectable of ways, btw)
Hee hee, come to the bar with me and you might just regret you wished for kisses.
As for the dating thing, I’m really not looking forward to B dating. It’s not that I don’t want him to, it’s just that I know the reality of it will hit me in the gut and I’ll be SUPER jealous. Ironic, no?
{{{Hugs}}} I’d certainly like to pop that ass in the face!
I just read through the last 4 entries that are there for me to see and you are just getting the crappy end of the stick….I get so angry at people that mistreat people that I like.
You deserve love!