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Name: Andrew
Gender: Male
Interests: Pirates
Expertise: Table dancing,
Occupation: Hoe asss trick
Industry: The street
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Member Since:
9/13/2006
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| I will never miss my home at all.
I just miss all the people i used to see so much when i was back at home. | | |
| So, today has been just a good old fashion good day. Albert King never sounded so good.
Because, I love your arms to be around me and your lips to be close to mine. You know I want to Love you woman and be with you all the time.
I am excited because in less then 48 hours I will be moving in to my new home in Kansas City. And my life is going to change.
I wont tell you no lies, I like change. | | |
| So.. I was going to delete all my weblogs and start all over today. But, I started to look at the entrys and realize that they made up a time line of this year. Each entry I made was driven by something going on in my life. So even if there are things I wiould like to forget I am going to keep them as long as possible to keep this past year alive.
I'd hate to say it but, I have turned in to some sort of a romantic, hanging on to the past like this. If you would have caught me in this moment last year I would have stated "fuck the past, rock the future".
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| She sits up and vocalizes that she is going to find her phone. The phone that disturbed the the quiet tension we shared as things started to get frisky. The phone that only I can keep her from answering. I watch as she stands in the middle of my room trying to find something to cover herself with. Why she feels the need to do so is beyond me. The house is empty, the blinds are closed, and it after one in the morning. I chuckle to myself as she wanders back into my room with her phone pressed against her ear. Voice Mail, almost as exciting as gifts on christmas day. I chuckle again and think back to thirty min. ago when if felt the need to start a sex conversation.
A sex conversation is when partners engage in conversation while having sex. Usually a couple simple words between exhausted breaths make up the dialogue. Most of the time ends after 30 seconds or so. This particular sex conversation would be run of the mill except, I started it. Gasping for air and slightly whispering I asked " what am I going to do with you ". Now that I look back on the question. She could have taken it many different ways but, some how she knew exactly what I meant when I said it. She understood it so well her answer threw me off guard.
The days leading up to this particular night had be rather odd. A couple weeks before I had gotten back from a Six week long trip and our relationship status went from fondly kissing to awkward hugs. The whole trip I had worried how things would be when I got back. Now those worries were coming true but, I was dealing with it rather well. I realized that I would be leaving in a month for Kansas City and the idea of continuing are relations was less than ideal. At least thats what I told myself the whole drive home from her house after our first awkward meeting. But, friends is what we were for the next week and I was o.k with that. As we hung out more we started sitting closer while we watched t.v and setting our hands next to each other hoping they would touch. After a night time stroll through her neighborhood we got past holding hands and both of us finally gave up on the idea of just being friends. Now i'm laying in the bed next to her a she fiddles with her phone.
What am I really going to do with her? She would answer between hard breaths "put me in a suitcase".
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| Wow, its been a real long time since I have even thought about writing in my xanga. Shit.
Well I spent 3 weeks backpacking in New Mexico and I was the best thing I have ever done. I wish I was still out there in the wilderness. I would spend the rest of my life out there if I could.
Yoshimi is battling robots in my room i'll write more later | | |
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