i feel like eating marshmallows…

Sometime i’m really childish… i don’t care

As we start living together i wonder: .

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How do relationships end?

Why do they end?

What’s the common denominator ?

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look… really look

compatibility and first meetings…

On the other site i get mail of men describing “our” first meeting (yes i know they send the same one to everyone)… to me is quite interesting to see people imagination at work, how much they are influenced by others ideas and how risky they are with expressing their desires.
In truth i would love to be all mysterious and cool and collected ,walking in on 5 inches heels, uncomfortable clothes and patent leather shiny red lips, it just never turns out that way.
My last meeting turned out well despite me being sleep deprived,without make-up (never wear it when i fly), having a shaving accident one hour before boarding the plane (my bath tub looked like i slaughtered a pig), me bleeding all over his carpet and couch (yep it happened), lynn doing her duty as safe call (from Oklahoma but still…).It’s all a blur, except the french fries, a bite on the tip of my finger (i still have the mark) and the fucking… could have embarrassing (it was) but i guess it means  we are compatible.

blah blah blah…

me

i’m back here… away from the other one that start to feel like a territory marked by one too many cat.
Anyway i was saying, funny how people think they read you correctly from few phrases, funny how the go in a roundabout way to make you feel bad, so you will wanna prove them wrong (by being with them?) but the funnier thing is that i actually fall for the trick, i see the attempt at reverse psychology, but unless i’m furious, i just bend over backward to prove myself, to please. Of course is like dangling a carcass in front of a bunch of vultures… oh yeah i know, kitty isn’t so kind at times, maybe, or maybe i’m just more tired of the mind games people try to play with me.
Anyway my love life still sucks. i think i’m too needy at the moment to be objective… i met someone i liked, only to be made feel like i’m snobbish, never mind he was misleading in not specifying that one look for casual encounters (maybe just for what concerned me, but still…)
Now i’ not sure what’s going on with T.(just in case you are reading )
i like him

i want…

a chihuahua…

pic found on line

acoustic hell

Summer in New England… you got to love it… is a cacophony of sounds that grate the nerves, till suddely you start fantasizing about chocking the freakish hippish two house down with his bloody wind chimes… power tool guy (house on the west side) is been at it since 8am, let me tell you, i think is a sign of inadequacy… the man over compensate with power tools the lack of something… he is also lawnmower guy, i swear to you the grass in that yard doesn’t get a chance to grow…

Then there is ice cream truck guy, that seems to have chosen this street as his favorite hang out… that infernal tune, punctuated by a weird voice (i guess is supposed to sound friendly, but it’s just creepy) that says “hello”… i’ve no doubt that ice cream track tunes are what inspired all those guys that make movies like “hostel” “house of 1000 corpses” etc….

These people are lucky i can’t even kill a bug without feeling bad…