I would launch into some long rant about that whore. But I'm just not feeling it. I'm entirely not angry enough. Anyway. Just cause you're some kind of Sorority slut-faced hoe does not mean that you are smart. No no, see because being a whore is different from being intellegent. And if I ask you a question that you don't have the answer to the appropriate response is, "I don't know." not this bullshit about not having time to explain it to me maybe if I club you in the face with my Econ. book and send you to the hospital you'll have time to explain? Actually, lets try this again, the correct response for someone like you would be:
"Sorry, I'm just talkig out of my ass, trying to look smart for the boys in the class. Really the only reason I'm here is to get drunk and provide frat boys with easy access to tail in the vain hope that one will marry me and provide for me the rest of my life. It might be for the best if you were to not listen to anything that I say from now on."

Silly bitch.

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-CR

Almost a long time and no see. Wondering about the role of this little sliver of reality. Why is it that I have not been back lately, and I think that there is an element of fear somewhere. Back in the day it was something different. This was me. Supposedly peeling off a layer, everyone got a slice. Even friends dubbed fools, and creative sheets thrown over those too close to touch. But now, you can't wander around the internet withot tripping over some crazy emo bitch from Seattle who TyPeS lIkE tHiS and seems to believe in a twisted shard of fatalism, where anything that they want is "destined" to happen. Loudly making proclaimations that reek of teen angst served with a heaping helping of self-rightious clairvoyance: OnE dAy YoU'lL nEeD mE lIkE i NeEdEd YoU.

So what happened? Somewhere along the line this stopped being important, and started being childish. Somewhere, this stopped being real...

Alright. Given. Is this the blogging revolution in all it's glory? Given over to the maladjusted and the weak.

So what now?

"... Any organization could profit from a 10-year-old member with enough strength of character to refuse to swear falsely."

-CR

So lets get down to bussiness.

Long time no see. Here's how it should have gone down.

Here's how it did all fall down. The girl from Leftys... still cute.

Jazz girl... Don't know. Some days yes... other days no? Consistantly perplexed by her. Might even call it vexxed. Might. How is it that you can be so personable one day, and then so distant the next? what happened? Bums me out. I don't know you. But, I am really intrigued by the little that I know, and I desire to know more about who you are, and what makes you tick. And I suppose that yeah, you're busy. But when I stopped by tonight, you seemed happy enough to see me, then I lost you somewhere in there. Frusterates me. I am going to have to face it sometime. I have to talk to you about it. I have to tell you that I want to be more than your friend. I have to tell you that I want to truly know you. And it will have to be after the break... after, always later. And it's a really big risk. what if I get shot down? won't it be weird? Prolly for like... a week, but heck you never visit me anyway.


I just don't know. and the only way to know is to just lay the cards out on the table. and see where the chips fall. Maybe we can try to put something together.

Maybe.

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-CR

It is 4:05 in the morning here. your humble correspondant just thought he would take a moment to let you know that the blogging revolution is still alive and well.

-CR

So it begins. So, she's the one for me right now. Now, how the hell do I get there?

-CR

"You do not destroy an idea by killing people; you replace it with a better one."

-Edward Keating