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

[motherevol.livejournal.com]

...however long the relationship was, that's how long it takes to truly get over it.

I dunno about that. Sometimes it has taken me a lot longer to get over somebody, roll onto someone new, and displace all my feelings for the asshole that broke my heart onto the new guy. It's one hell of a vicious circle, that dating bullshit, eh?

Also, I have my ticket to go back to Chicago in August for my friends wedding. I also have no money, but will attend nonetheless. Maybe I can live off of cheese for four days? Hmm, cheeeEEEEse...

And, wtf, something is up with my digital camera too. It won't hold a charge longer than 5 to 10 seconds. It goes completely dead on me, and I don't know if I should get a new battery pack and see if that fixes it, or unplug it/reinstall the software/reboot and all that nerdy stuff. Oy. It's making me feel the same way too. Not pleased.

Did you know a field mouse can mate up to 8 to 12 hours, but soon afterward goes into a testosterone shock? His body doesn't stop producing the hormone and eventually he ends up black widowing himself. What a way to go. Hump, drop and roll over and kiss the sky. I wanna be a field mouse when I grow up, George! ;)

[catnamedcosette.livejournal.com]

I always thought it was half the length of the relationship, i.e. you're together one year and it takes 6 months to get over it. Regardless of some stupid theory though, I think however long it takes is how long it's supposed to take.

And, this, "Need breeds mistakes made", is so true.

fuhgeddaboutit.

[secondderogate.livejournal.com]

took me about five minutes to get over a three-year relationship, but well.. i am the one who destroyed it, so i suppose it doesn't count.

the times my heart has been broken, hmm.. no, didn't take quite that long, either. perhaps i'm just naturally detached. that, or highly adaptable.

i'll vouch for the latter. go me.

also, if i was a flea, i'd want to be the female one. that, or a gay, butt-loving flea.

now it's my turn : CHEER UP, EMO KID.

Sorry to say...

[corporatebitch.livejournal.com]

but, there is no "magic" formula. It really depends on the relationship and how much it meant to you.

Sometimes...it takes the right person to get your heart mended.

[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*