Revenge and Pacifiers - Both Sweet And Meant For Children.

Revenge is sweet. And sometimes gives you as much satisfaction as a rare orgasm. The pleasure derived from watching the perpetrator suffer, I would trade for chocolate.

But it's for kids. The young ones who use their limited mental capacity to contain anger - for long periods of time. 'Payback time' went out with the word 'wee-wee.'

People hurt you, kick you, fuck you, lick you, cheat you, beat you - let it go. There's a hidden force that comes back to kick them in the ass - and it will sure as hell let you know that they've been kicked. So why do the dirty work when something great and invisible will do it for you, no extra charge? I mean it's basically an assassin you don't even have to contact or pay for. Automatically.

Damn, we should have a mafia that runs this way.

This blog post probably has to do with the fact that I myself can't hate someone for a long time. But is it really helpful keeping in all that anger? Revenge is one thing for someone who has hurt you personally, but if they've hurt someone else - connected or not connected to you - it does not give you the right to play Superhero. It's quite annoying actually.

And some people can actually fight their own battles. No matter how cute, small, or loud. They can take anyone down.

So, keep your rage to yourself. Or you could take it out on your girlfriend. She looks like a BDSM chick.

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To Never See Your Face Again - I Do Mind.

I shouldn't be in like with you. I shouldn't give you time of day. I shouldn't even have even caught the ball that bounced back.

But I did.

People in the past who have advised me to exercise caution around you, seemed to have let me down. And seem somewhat naive. So there is no way I can trust any modicum of advice that comes out of their mouth, or supposedly their heart.

And I empathise with you. A bitch of an ex-girlfriend who probably has no life principles or self-respect - and of course, that live-to-fuck personality, has driven you to undergo a whole life change because she can't keep her legs together and rubbing that in his face.

So you want to move on. Sad, but dumb. No one - and I mean - NO ONE in the world who respects themselves enough should have to change his entire life for ... a whore. But people do fall in love with whores. And then have to run away from them because whores aren't very nice people.

So I'm sorry you love her too much to fight her. I'm sorry you have to start over with your life.

I'm sorry you have to move on. I'm sorry I have to move on too.

And I can't stop being sorry for the pains life is throwing at our face. And we have to faithfully swallow it and feel the burning aftermath once it goes down.

This is the start of me getting over you.

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A Bittersweet Romance - When I'm Bitter, He's Sweet.

I'll ask you a question.

CAN I DIE?

No? OK. Let's try this.

He hugs me so tight from behind and rests his chin on my head. And he calls me his baby. In front of those nasty clingy skanks.

NOW CAN I DIE?

No? How about this :

He hugs me so apologetically (after hitting me) ... Fine. I hit him in the head first. Then he hit me in the stomach. After which I hit his back. And I stopped his slap to my hand. And the non-violent oh-I'm-so-pretty skank tells us to behave. Wow, what a threat. I could just curl up and cry.

In the end, we still had a moment.

CAN I DIE PLEASE?

Still no? ... OK, you force me to say this.

He's leaving in two weeks. To a college far far away. Far far away. In two weeks.

OK, IT'S REALLY TIME TO DIE NOW.

Yes. Thank you.

-Dives from thirteenth floor-

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My Emotions Are Superfluous.

All psychology students have my case printed on the first page of their course outline. And my mug shot is just above the list of mental diseases and syndromes I am currently suffering from.

All 285 of them. Yes, I managed to cure three.


And I am feeling superfluously jealous. Why?

Because The Fates are nasty bitches ... Ok. I just got zapped in the butt by them. Sorry.

So yeah. I arrange plans for me to go out on the very day that the gates of Heaven present a golden opportunity on a silver platter to me. Platinum actually. If I didn't take the opportunity, I should have at least taken the platter. I'm stupid.

Now I can't cancel pre-arranged plans. No matter how bitter I would have seemed. And I didn't and missed the golden opportunity. It was golden. Dammit.

And whore-skanks turn up at the event. Yes - the event with the damned opportunity. They seemed smart enough to take it. Shocking. And they had a blast.

Well, I also had a blast but not a giant blast. I had a small blast, not a big one. Without guys. I was guyless for 36 hours.

Anyway, I feel like tearing myself down. And launching a spear into the sky hoping that it might strike the Fates becasue they deserve to die.

Ouch. Another lightning bolt.

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The Story of Excuses. And The Dull Moment Factor.

I am the proud (or maybe not) owner of the Excuses Factory. We manufacture only authentic, original, and extremely plausible excuses. Oh yes - we specialise in excuses for Sheep.

Is it me or am I just giving way too many excuses for someone who doesn't deserve any? Am I just having the need to show I care because well - I have feelings for you? Or am I hoping for a totally platonic relationship, which the stars have proven that it should happen without saying?

And yet my gut feeling still says that you are someone to be given a chance. Other than that, or my gut is totally wrong. But guts aren't wrong. Guts are slimy - but they're not wrong.

You take advantage of people and treat them without any respect. And somehow - you're intellectually - stimualting?

Now let me introduce to you the Dull Moment Factor. It is where two people basically never have a dull moment between them. There is no silence, and instead there is a constant communication between them.

We always have something to talk about. There's always something to bring up. There's never a dull moment when we are next to each other. Pushing, kicking, hitting, slapping, incessant name-calling. Still, never a dull moment.

And Geminis love the non-dull moment factor. It's big deal to them. And they value someone very highly when they never allow a dull moment to occur.

Slap me if I'm wrong. But my slimy guts are still giving me the ok-go.

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And No Matter What He Does...I Forgive.

[Rihanna - Rehab]

He can behave like an absolute baby. He can imitate a five year-old perfectly that even the child feels mature. He can meet me at the oddest hours and call at the most ungodly ones. He can invite me to parties I didn't even know I could go to. And he could say the dumbest things.


And I forgive.

He can call me the worst names. He could behave like he hates me - or I hate him. He can make me feel like I made all the mistakes in the world and hurt him so deeply. He can turn the fault around to me - and let me self-destruct from guilt.

And I forgive.

He can give me the most sinful smile - and make me feel intoxicated. He can mentally kiss me with the way he looks at me everytime we meet. He can kill me with his looks and blow me away with his scent. He can show me how good a lover he can be and nearly make me want him so bad.
He can make sure I'm not alone, even at his busiest. He can show me he cares underneath all his eccentricities and his childish ways. He can show me that he knows the meaning of kindness even when everyone makes sure you know he's the worst person to know.

He can make me believe.

And that's why I forgive.

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It's An Hour To Another Year.

As we speak, I have an hour till my birthday. Yes, another year of new orange peel, pimples and basking in the fires of hell. It's all going to change. And then again.

So, first of all, let's get the resolutions done. Quite right, the ones we never keep to. Well, in that case I would be the last person to keep to my resolutions because I never keep to anything else that other people usually keep to. And that said, there really isn't a point of me making resolutions and it's a complete waste of time. But I enjoy wasting my time! And everything I do is basically a waste of time and -

Stop. Rambling.

RESOLUTION 1 : Stop rambling.

And there is nil chance I'm keeping to that.

So next resolution ... Ooh, I think I've just had an epiphany! Listen : if people make resolutions that they can't keep to, why don't we make ones that we are going to keep anyway?!

I should seriously write a self-help book. Fabulous idea.

So, here goes. RESOLUTION 2 : Stay bitchy.

Guaranteed to keep to that one. Ok, let's try another.

RESOLUTION 3 : ...

Ok, there's really nothing else I can do well other than being bitchy. Which is not exactly an achievement but it works.

So, two resolutions sound good enough. With that I shall retire to my chambers - the one where imported satin hangs from the ceiling. Because my fur coat is just too heavy.

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