| 18 or so |
[Sep. 26th, 2007|07:21 pm] |
i used to write here ever so frequently, but lately it's been braking to a slow crawl. See, I've become so busy lately.
See, I have 18 girlfriends. I used to love all of them the same but over time, as time usually has it, fades away your interest and passion for every blink your eyes make, every breath you exhale, and every second that ticks through the hourglass. But I'm not someone who walks away and quits. that's why I haven't quit smoking. My mom didnt raise no quitter. Plus, I need them as much as they need me, or that's what we constantly have to remind each other.
How many times do we start relationships so excited and filled with a breathtaking and holding sense of urgency only to lose that feeling suddenly after a night's sleep, hearing something about the person, driving and reflecting, or simply by seeing someone else who might just be a better fit for you.
How many times do they call and nag and complain until it becomes a torrential rain you just start calling the nag? Many have suggested, maybe you should move on, but I can't. I feel strangely compelled to stay and I, throughout it all, enjoy their company. So here I am, stuck, jailed, shackled to 18 girlfriends demanding all of my time, all of my attention, and all of my life.
I'm not crazy and I'm not out of my mind for having 18 girlfriends.
You'll see why. |
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I can take Nelly Furtado off your hands if you need some help. But I'm just doing it for you bro. | |
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