would your girlfriend/wife (were she, for the purpose of this melodrama, my girlfriend/wife) eject, annul, cease, desist, decease, lay waste, stop-short post-haste, monogamy's hectic pace--obviously past three years of
relating factor in to this tragic comedy--were she to sniff the following exchange? from facebook:
Brooke Worthington: July 7
OH MY GOSH! Where have you been?? how are you?!!
Marc Miller: July 9
middle east(military), now back at tcu/ftw... gettin some stuff done. how you doin?
Brooke Worthington: July 14
We should do lunch and catch up!
Marc Miller: July 14
512-xxx-xxxx am free next week after thurs... not sure i could explain to the female that's here til then, having a catch-up lunch with with a looker like yourself : )
Brooke Worthington: July 15
mine is 817-xxx-xxxx
added variables for kevin:
1) her current boyfriend is a defensive lineman/deep snapper for the cowboys, a canadian fella named "LP".
2) and for those that remember brooke, well...
3) random poll: is my above communique an open-ended attempt at dragon-slaying bw?
i am morpheus' quixotic camel, and the above is the straw that broke my back. well.. that, piled on with all the other shit.
two broken steel supported legs, two enormous hearts, trustless and tepid, too littled too lated. one average penis, one tempestuous lesson-filled love-affair, thrust aside, now three years later... and i dont know whether im confused, exhausted, or drowning in caustic relief(hers/mine?). as
non omnis moriar and all's for the best. she was a great one, graceful and cunning, breezy and numbing, she just so plainly, not for an ass is as me.
was i killing her slowly?
i wouldve asked her to accept me wholly this november. around thanksgiving. she seemed like worth fighting.
love is real.
grit is real too. and in my himmhawing lay love not worth prizing.
boy seeks tenacity, exclusion from tucked-tail dependency, seeks balanced deficiency. seeks somewhat crazy. seeks harlot and lady.
no more week-long we break we. no more curses from folly. no more ask if we happy.
the lord, he did bless, and then did undress me, pressed and caressed me, and now he does test me.
tearfully, there will always be, sweet monika marie.
--no face man
who's making odds, between me and adub, who's happily married first? my calendar just opened up. who wants to sail to horizons of imperfection with me?
Yes communications are good. Thanks for the invite Williams. The funny thing is that I too have been contemplating a myspace account and was thinking that my out going qoute would be "The war in Iraq has made the world safer and more stable". I would like to post some political stuff where everyone could read it. Or more people than I hear it with now, ie no-one.
Interesting information for anyone who cares (just a disclaimer so read on brown). Guess what I have realized this year? I learned that it is easier to be a socialist when you don't have an income and just sit around getting high one or three times a day. At least I read that somewhere or something.
That does not mean that I have lost respect for my old boheiman ways. It only means that I come home late in the day and feel the life not ripped out of me, just slowly sanded out. Which is where you guys come in. Ah friendship.
ps. I got a myspace account. My name is Ideotechnical. Props to all who know why.
I concur. Communication is good. Although I will not sign up for myspace. I'm not sure why. I think I fear being found by old allys turned enemies. There are a lot of people out there that I ended communication with for a reason. And the last thing I want is them showing up on my myspace page with a bunch of superficial questions about "What I'm doing?" while they quietly judge me. Wow. Blogs bring out some demons.
Like the bear I started my own blog (you basically have to to sign up.) So I think we can visit each other's blogs and post comments.
Love, Faust of "Faust's House Blog" located at http://adamfaust.blogspot.com/
Well surprise surprise, Lee has been a socialist since his junior year of high school. Although former roommates could attest to that after asking him to buy the next round. His casual nod and request to stay right here always left me wondering if he would actually come back or if I should go ahead and give him my money for our next round of drinks. Love you dude.
Williams, congrats on the new job and location. I am sure your former roommates in Tennesse are sad to lose the three way split on the bills. I think I'm down for New Years. I'm sure we can embarrass ourselves in any city.
My big fear with the blog arena is the opposite of Faust's fear. I know non of you all will quitely be judging. In fact, I doubt anyone will pass up the opportunity to judge out loud. Looking forward to it fellas.
Lordy lordy look who's forty. Lee is gonna be that middle aged man driving around in a 5 year old civic with about eleven bumper stickers. All the stickers will be carrying the same theme. The theme being something along the lines of "Out with government in with cool" "Taxes are for pussies" "I didn't vote for him" "Turn them off. TV's own You" "Sharks stole my baby, where's my peyote?" I love you Kid A
Hey brown remember when Lee & Brad fought in our disco kitchen over the war. AMAZING. only time in my life I've witnessed Lee act like faust.
cheers-
Well hello there my so called friends...just playin fellas. I am officially popping my blogger cherry. I really wasn't into creating my own b/c well i didn't want to put in the effort. Now I am here and loving it as I spend many lonely days with the most vulgar and dirtiest men on the planet. I had a guy tell me a story that involved the phrase "fuckity fuck fuck...fuck those motha fuckers" only to end with "well fuck me in my ass those fucking bastards". Classy.
I am getting this tingling sensation in my pants and it's not the herpes...i mean...shit
This is a perfect means of communication. Good job A-dub Hub but names gotta change. Anyway I am going to walk around the boat aimlessly and see if I can pick up any other interesting phrases to tell my boss.
Sincerely,
The Bone
(don't know where the nickname came from but it's growing on me like genital warts...my mom would be so proud)
Myspace is great for networking and making yourself look cool. Plus there is soo much 'vag' out there its ridiculous. To date, I have fucked 56 bitches from my friends list. Nothing tastes sweeter than intergalactic pussy...