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so, we're in love and its good stuff. I wish I could think of any more to say, but after all this building up for two years and then finally being together (in tucson),
its just relief,
and its hard to express how great it feels to finally be able to kiss him whenever I want. Or *almost* beat him at scrabble. Or watch Run Lola Run with him. Or watch him sitting next to me in the library smirking at something he wrote on blather.
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paste!
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never get stuck with a q, m'dear.
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yeah, q's would just be horrible.
yay for both of you!
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i like that part in run lola run where he's all if i died you'd get over it. and then she's all but you aren't dead. anyways, it's nice to see people who get it. love and all. yay.
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greetings from 45 minutes north.
flraaaow
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haha
fuck you
i slept with him first
[you know i love you both, like monosodium_garanimals_anhydrate]
love and anal monkey fisting,
james
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ps
if you lame-oids ever make it out the door again and decide to road trip to the o to the k'town, i promise to make you a sculpture and weld it to the top of your car.
bring your +10 amotos of enchantment, i just dated a pagan lawyer that wouldn't eat blackberries from the vine.
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*jumps on the sticky bed*
boing!
boing!
boing!
*squick!*
ewwwwwww
have fun kiddoes,
and don't forget the
squeeze cheeze!!!
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wow! what a yay!
and Q's are quite the horror, but a J can be worse.
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Good for you two. I'm happy for ya'.
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congrat's yummychuckle and paste. make it something to cherish.
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thankyou. *bows* yeah, enjoyment.
john's chair is too short for him, but he doesn't seem to notice. here he comes. in his terribly short roller chair.
yes.
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tanks peeps in the east and yeast.
jamie has neat shoes and i want her. she makes me smile much more oft than not.
"oh torda, my make believe designs are bacobastic. it's scahu + drenched amotos."
yeah, weld me.
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paste!
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4 1/2 years, a lovely daughter and plenty of memories. hard to believe it's over. now what? i have no idea what to expect. i've felt more in the last two weeks than the last two years: mania, despair, pathetic, anger, cling-hope-what-ifs, betrayal, huge pummeling incessant pinings to be very real and truthful with myself, excitement, destroyed, collapsy, rebirth. i feel like i was dropped on my head and many raisins fell out of my pockets, the good raisins. but the sun was shining the whole time. my life was so intertwined with yours, so dependent. but so routine, complacent. i stopped writing, growing, caring about things/us years ago. we both wanted out. i'm glad you pulled the trigger though, because i never would have. but such a cruel way to do it. i hate being alone in this, and it's fucked up that you have someone else already. it's so hard to let go when yer unprepared. lightning-infused kick to the face, what it was. had to happen that way though. i would have let it go on forever. ultimately, it's going to be ok. everything makes sense in the grand circus of schemes and dreams. i'll always love you.
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if there's one thing vanderfookin taught me back in my formative years, it's that this thing called love is the source of both the most magical/wondrous and the most horrifying foodstuffs life can throw our way. or was that kraft dinner? i always seem to get the two confused.
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weird. you guys were strooong on my braindar last week.
dudeski, are you still @ the ellipi email?
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must be the year for being dumped. sir paste, i was let_go from a 4 year stint merely a couple months ago, and it sounds like under similar grounds? i offer my hand and my shoulder and please do not hesitate to let me know if there is anything i can do for you. sorry this isn't more eloquent; i haven't slept in 3 days.
love,
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pasty white and tasty tight
mmmm the sticky juices flow
yummy giggle
dirty wiggle
pump me till i reach my "O"
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you know when i first saw this i didn't even read the previous blathes i just wrote what came to mind at the words but after reading them i have come to realize paste and yummychuckle are people who blathe that apparently have met in reality and are in love congrats to you i say
rarity indeed to find others in reality whom express themselves with the freedom this site has allowed
i wish u happiness and prosperity
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maybe i should have read further
wow my eye's are strained
it's late and i'm tired
apologies paste
i thought i had reached the bottom of the screen then after i posted i saw the one directly above that i had missed
apparently the relationship faltered on a sour note
well i still wish you both happiness and prosperity
only now seperatly
may your roads lead you to where you wish to travel
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yummychuckle is known as twenty-two
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Ah,
I did not know this page had been updated.
And what have I stepped up here to say?
Everything. Nothing.(what happens in the meadow at dusk?)
We were. We are. I'll just wait for you to be my friend again. This doesn't end here, it can't. You are my daughter's father. It can be good or bad. Or in between.
We stopped being happy and we stopped feeling free and we stopped growing, and this is just what needed to happen.
This is all.
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I wish you would be ok with me. If I have birthday candles on something tomorrow.
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