Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Friday, Feb. 03, 2006 - 11:38 p.m.
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Done, Kaput
OK, me and artsyguy are done.
finished, kaput, done.
It seems that I cannot say anything more than three sentences before he takes what I am saying the wrong way and either thinks I am blaming him for something, or that I am complaining, or going on and on... yup. three sentences.
Ahhh, if only I wasn't in a teasing cute makingout perfectly fine mood when he accuses me of "making a big deal out of" something. Because then when he says that in this plaintive tone of voice, then I magically become the mood he has ascribed to me. Ie pissed, impatient and annoyed.
About ten times in the last weekend, leading to the three day hiatus. But then twice tonight in less than an hour and a half.
So, here I am at home, gave back his keys, have most of my stuff picked up from his place and back home. I guess I'll read in bed.
So, finished, done, kaput.
That was quick wasn't it.
And I guess it was mutual. From start to finish.
Mutual fall for eachother. Mutual annoyance.
Mutual end.
How good is that.
hmmm.
oh well.
We aren't even due to get our std tests until the morning of the 15th.
I myself, will go anyways. Though if I have picked up anything from him it won't show yet.
cheers,
wenchie
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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