well, hello there

[blustocking]

The theory, as it's held true in the past, is that however long the relationship was, that's how long it takes to truly get over it. So I figure...I've got another nine months maybe, give or take. Some of you are confused, some of you might be amused. Either way, fuck off...I know how I feel. At 25, you seem to fumble and flail, stumble and either fall repeatedly or attempt foolishly to maintain balance. At 25, 22 (generally) annoys me. At the quarter of a fucking century, I've learned so much, yet I don't have a clue. At 25, I'm fucking lonely, but I know better now. Need breeds mistakes made.

I shouldn't be going to California. I don't have the cash, and it weighs heavily. I hate money, or lack therof. But I have a plane ticket, and places to stay, and I said I would, so I will, and I'll make the best. I just hate starting out stressed out. My jaw hurts from grinding, not blowjobs...if that's what you're thinking. And why not, it's what I was thinking.

There's something wrong with my camera. This makes me...how do you say, not pleased.

Bullshit aside, I read an interesting article in National Geographic tonight. The online piece is here. However, it's not as good and the pictures aren't as breathtaking. So really, you should just go buy it. There's one shot of a lion chomping into another lion's head that is simply amazing. He's looking straight at the camera as he's biting down and the look in his eyes...just incredible, pure, and raw.

"The male house spider stimulates and inseminates with pedipalps (claw-like frontal appendages). A bean weevil's penis abrades: Spikes hold it inside the female and also tear tissue, perhaps discouraging future matings. A bedbug's penile "hook" is a sperm-filled syringe, while a flea's exuberant organ is rigged with a gentle stimulator."

Oh...and I like the new Eve 6 song. Go to hell.
kitryne has me hooked on this.

Comments

[ex-nixe725.livejournal.com]

Yesssss. It was only about two years ago that I got over the schmuck who blatantly cheated on me then had the nerve to blatantly lie about it - when I was 18! :) Seriously. Doode, even cheating on him and lying to him about it (then dumping him) didn't help! (yes I was dumb... but the lesson learned there was: Revenge is stupid and doesn't make me feel better, so it had its value.) :) I kept bringing a tiny bit of that hurt into every single one of my relationships, no matter how insignificant, until my little relationship hurt timer finally ran out. Then I was fine. It's weird, it's like no matter hat way I tried to rationalize it to myself a little speck of it remained with me.... you have to let these things run their natural course sometimes, and it stinks!

I feel ya dawg, I guess is what I am saying. Not your particular situation, but the gist.

I fucking love National Geographic, I want a subscription.

Money is evil, period.

And,
*HUGS*

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[blustocking.livejournal.com]

until my little relationship hurt timer finally ran out

Yessss, that is what I'm talking about. I'm sure it still affects me, but no longer on a conscious level. Maybe sub-sub-conscious. ;)

Mucho huggos!