I live a life of open honesty. In a place where I am comfortable, I am like an open book, easily revealing my secrets to anyone wishing to flip through the pages.
Even though I am an open book, my cover closes easily when I feel like someone is criticizing the work. The soul of my story is one that is easily hurt.
So here I am open and willing to share, while I search for my own inner peace.
I'm pretty good at responding to email...
einsteinsgirl@gmail.com
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His dad answered the door (He is building his house from the ground up himself, and living with mom and dad while doing it). His dad said, “Hi I’m P’s dad. Aren’t you cute?” He then hollered for Pete, who is sick, saying that W was there.
P comes down and P’s mom calls up the stairs,”Hello. We are going to bed, don’t mind us. Stay as long as you like.”
What? I’m wondering what P told his parents.
He said, “No girls have come around for awhile. I think they are starting to get nervous.”
“I’m married. with kids, hence the humidifier.”
“I know, and so do they. I don’t think they care.”
Wow…his parents are trying to hook him up with a married chick.
he reminds me a little too much of me.
raptoravatar:
I am. I mean, if I’m following the the 30+ cats who are sick of everything and are either trying to get super-exacting about standards of “craft”/”meaningful” execution or hanging from the poptimist teat by their wits alone, I figure it’s only right to keep up on the kids who still want to get ridiculous and fling themselves at bright, clever clamor like it might actually give them a chance against the Void.
I follow all kinds of people for all kinds of reasons. As long as the post Tweens that I follow don’t act all entitled and shit? And I am interested in what they have to say, I happily follow them. As I do the mix of other people that I follow.
jmarie3:
einsteinsgirl:
jmarie3:
…in you and others the worst, regardless if they’re an asshole, a bitch or whatever. My ex is in town, we bring out the absolute worst in each other. So his opinion of me would be different than someone who actually likes me. He liked a “type” I was that type, but he seemed to forget that I was a human being, not an armpiece.
Different people bring out different things in us.
(Hi Jules!!!!)
Yes, definately. I agree with that 100%
You bring out the best in me and you’re HOT;)
I think the same of you, love.