Well... My forum ban on my regular forum will be over tomorrow.
Man! I tell ya, a lot can happen in two weeks.
I'm not even sure I want to go back and post straight away.
I don't even have anything to talk about really! XD
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Well... My forum ban on my regular forum will be over tomorrow.
Man! I tell ya, a lot can happen in two weeks.
I'm not even sure I want to go back and post straight away.
I don't even have anything to talk about really! XD
I've been on here almost all day just posting stuff that doesn't really matter to anyone else. That's not belittling anyone else on here, it's just that I think I'm posting to the point of being almost annoying. I don't have anywhere else to go and with people out and about preparing for this hurricane, it's crowded to get the point where I would have to bike for a couple miles just to find a peaceful spot. It's all meh.
I want these feelings to fuck off. I actually want them to take human form so I can say that to their face. They can go die in a hole and let me be who I was not even a week ago.
Here's a mild-flavored root vegetable for you
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Today I did something new. I joined a friend's fantasy football league. There are 8 guys in it and I'm the only girl. For 6 hours, I sat in a living room full of men armed with highlighters, beers, pens, decks of ESPN cheat sheets, tablets, and testosterone. There were mentions of 'sleepers', 'studs', and lots of mentions of balls, and not the kind on the field.
I think I kept up okay and drafted a decent team. I will be $50 poorer if I lose, and $300 richer if I win.
All my clowning around and now I don't feel like people take me seriously. Ugh. Should have seen it coming, or am I just imagining this feeling?
Two thirty in the morning and guess who can't sleep? This guy. I was thinking about her, again. My friends say it's not my fault and the fact I'm hurt is okay. They say I'm just a guy who's had a hard life, but a good person, in spite of everything. I really wish I could believe that. For now, I'm exhausted, I'm tired, I'm lonely, and I just want to sleep. One of these days I'll be able to sleep like a normal person and not obsess about the past. One day.
Pick one idea, stick to it, allow yourself to run through the all of it chaotically and concentrated on the details also, whatever comes up. Don't stick to one of those methods, follow the one that works right at the moment. Your idea will blossom, that's all what counts.
Argh I wish my brain would stop coming out with pregnant hippopotamus comments
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