December 14th, 2001


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I keep forgetting to do this.

2001-12-12 15:41 (from (link)
You assume that was my IP. Posting of any IP is wrong. That was not a flame, I see quite entertaining parody there. You assume. assume. assume. I am insulted.

I do not associate with those who post IP's. I do not associate with those who assume with no evidence. I do not associate with dumbasses.

posting of IPs is not wrong when you are confronted with a message letting you know that I'm logging them if you post anonymously.
Your IP is public.
It is always public.
If you're that upset about it, get a provider that does not give you a static IP.
I hear AOL has a *nifty* privacy policy...

(no subject)

Why do I know so many aggressively self centered people? Tim came over, came in, walked up to my room without being invited, sat down, had one of my cigarettes without asking, turned on the tv, flipped channels for about 15 minutes before looking up at me ... staring at him. "Oh, were you busy?" and before waiting for an answer, went back to flipping channels. Books laid out of the floor, floor pillow, several pens, dictionary, thesaurus, papers all over....
Nope. Just sitting around wondering why you .. GLORIOUS Tim weren't stopping by to make my night better.
He wanted to talk ... about how to keep these three girls he's seeing up in the air awhile longer. He's started sleeping with them now. And he likes the bed hopping. But they all want to hang at the same time and he's running out of cover stories. Then he used my bathroom to take a big stinky shit, came back, smoked 4 more cigarettes while he babbled about this ones tits and that ones excellent oral skills and how the third is actually really inexperienced and really nervous in bed, but that she's loosening up,"but only in the good way.HEHEHEHE"

I asked when the last time he talked to his mom was.
I asked if they had decided on a headstone for his sister yet.
I asked how his brother was doing.
He hung for about another half an hour and then he left.

Apparently, what I'm here for is moral support and to help him through things... but not when he wants to avoid it. He wants to avoid it all the time. He's fucking these lil cum bunnies because it lets him forget. And he's going to repress it all and end up a complete mess for a much much longer time than need be. I'm waiting for him to pop up with needle tracks or a permanently runny nose or just that crazed tweaker look.
I'm waiting for him to find a better escape than the strange and confusing world of human interaction.
I wish he'd just talk to me.
And I wish he'd stop taking this for granted.
When I get out of there.... Tim isn't going to be counted amoung my friends.
And I'm okay with that.
Because it's not as if he really went out of his way before to count me amoung his.

(no subject)

A charter bus pulled just pulled up outside my house. And even from down the long driveway I can hear all those people talking. Why is there a charter tourist bus on my street? Why are the people milling around? Why is there a lady with reindeer antlers on? They're carrollers. And they're all drinking. They're cheering and singing. A bus load of drunk carrollers just pulled up in front of my house and offloaded them in the street.

Why does something always happen in my day to remind me that my reality is broken?

(no subject)

Chad called me while his dad was out of the house.
I really love that he lets his love for me be so clear and obvious. it's a good thing.
And he had to get off the phone quickly when his father came back in.
His father is a dick.
I actually picture him feeling the phone to see if it's retaining face heat.

waiting for tuesday.... when maybe I can talk to my boyfriend without it having to be a sneaking around thing. Heheh.