Thursday, July 24
I haven't told either of you about this blog still, I don't know why. Greg is having a party in SRQ friday, and emily, amber, becky and christian are all supposed to be leaving soon. I've gotta ramble.
I barely ever think about Sarah herself anymore, or us together, or me with her, or anything. Which is so empowering. I've told you this. I do think about what I want to say to her the first time I see her. I think about it all the time. I may have narrowed it down to FUCK YOU. how could you? and ihavenothingtosaytoyou.
I have imagined her showing up to a party at my house.
"Are you serious?" I think to myself. You just show up and expect to say hey and pretend things are cool. Get the fuck out of here.
"Get the fuck out."
I seriously think about this all the time and I know it's not healthy.
I also don't like having this hate in my heart. Remember Charles Gayle? Sometimes I worry that losing so many people I've loved, I'm going to somehow become a colder person.
It's hard to complain on blogs and not feel like a little whiner.
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Blogs are for whiners. That is the fact of the year. If you didn't whine in blogs though, you might whine in real life. And instead of saying to Sarah what is truly profound and true, you might end up whining to her...
By the way, this is what I'm thinking about seeing Sarah for the first time.
10. You couldn't do better than Matt fucking Felsen?
9. Hey, wait, stand right here so I can punch you in the mouth.
8. Sailing is for rich pussies who like triangles and don't know how to swim.
7. I have nothing to say to you.
6. You're a bitch.
5. You have an ugly soul.
4. I fucked your roommate.
3. Sarah good to see you. Here's my dick. Give me a handjob.
2. Fuck you.
1. I still love you, just kidding, I hate you.
Part of the point of having a blog is to entitle yourself to whining if you feel like it.
I think about Charles Gayle all the time. I think that that show gave me orgasms. Better-than-sexual orgasms. Seriously.
This blog is making me cry from joy and sadness and just feeling things.
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