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for some reason - I have no fucking idea

I am about half way on archiving my old journal. I feel like I am betraying myself somehow if I start writing in this new journal before this task is completed. I'm up through December 2003.

Some of these entries are so hard to even read. Some bring back some terrific memories and others bring back some trying days. Mostly they are causing me to miss Dr. Egypt (recap - he was my lover/boyfriend/I don't fucking know what to call him - for about 9 months. He moved to Pennsylvania and is now a tortured resident surgeon. I have no idea if he misses me. He periodically calls me and says he misses me horribly. I know he can't miss me anywhere near as much as I miss him. The fucker!)

Anyway, I'm attempting to categorize them as I go so that the big pervs can skip to all the sex and poems and go wack off while thinking about my lips or my ass or whatever they think about. Have at it boys (and girls???)

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*sniff sniff*

The sweaty soccer player has now gone by the wayside. I don't know what it was, but I have a feeling he's otherwise engaged. He could not act more like a married man. Subversive phone calls. Late night meetings. Weird schedule. Weirdness overall. I don't think I'll ever know. He's still cuteness personified though.

I have no idea. After kissing him for the last time, I'd even be tempted to sleep with him regardless. He's just fucking sexy as hell. There is something totally hot about kissing a man as beautiful as that. Kissing him and feeling him get hard right off. Mmmm. A perfect body. Seriously. Feeling his hands all over you. Touching him. That was some serious heat. Man. I want to kiss like that every day. Whoever gets stuck with me will kiss me like that. That is a certainty.

Unfortunately someone has other plans for me. And my lips.

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[aside]
deja vu. Jailbait boy that pursued the heck out of me last November was online for the first time in AGES last night. He sent me an IM right when I archived the journal entry about him. Woah!

He still wants to fuck. I might, but I have to make him pay a bit for telling me that I was old (ok, he didn't quite say that, but, well he compared it to being with his auntie after we made out like crazy).

Now he's like... I'm so sorry, baby. I'm hot for you! GAK! hahahaha. Does anyone but me find this funny? And kind of spooky/weird.

He's a little sexyass that one!

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Who knows? I might just use my lips tonight *Deb puts on devil horns*

On other fronts, I have a date. I'm meeting a cutiepie for a drink tonight. He's funny and cute. I hope that I like him, and that he can see past the ugly outfit I am unfortunately wearing today, and the roots that have now grown on my head. (which will change tomorrow thanks to my sexysexy friend, Crazy. She's a fab hairdresser, so we plan on a makeover of sorts tomorrow)

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I miss my old journal friends, but they have long forgotten me. But I don't miss the stupidasses there.

*warning - here comes the patented debbitch*

And the cunt and her man. I can write about them all I want now. They are just supremely fucked up. And what sad bitches. Man. Get a life. Stop freakin on me, ya twats! *ewww report me to the fascist forum police* How gay is that?

If your new relationship is so awesome, why do you give a shit what I write? Since I'm such a LOSER? Why do you have to try and talk shit in your gayass journal, cuntgirl? You're the one that told us all that horrible personal stuff about yourself. No one told you to describe your clit ring. Or your cancer or your fucked up molestation shit (well your boyfriend spilled that to me) Weirdo.

I wasn't even writing about them anymore when I got banned. Seriously, I wasn't. It is fucking funny to me. Oh well. I'm not going back. They were dicks and now they rule the forum. Yay! I'm the king of an ... obscure boring forum. I'm ... er ... um ... cool?? I can hurt you with my *words.* I can talk shit about Aimee. And say how much I hate the French. And now my dorky girlfriend is posting all up my ass. She could not have less of a mind of her own. (You know he's just regurgitating all the stuff we did/talked about don't you? Brendan Benson. Ice cream, etc.) Gayasses. Have at it ya big queers!

I'm lovin my new life and my new sassy, sexy friends. I hope to make my new journal fun. So you don't get bored to death.

I am going to happy hour tomorrow night. Zoe's staying at her dads (ug!) I hope to get happy and to kiss someone.

Will that someone be you?

You just never fucking know, now do you?

Posted by debutaunt at April 29, 2004 04:06 PM | TrackBack