I think everyone comes to a point in there lives at which they realize that they hate their major, prospective jobs and their new friend and new identity and they wish they could go back and make every decision that lead them to that point all over again. Well, I have skipped that whole mistake in my life rather effectively and I honestly think that that is why all of my collegiate "acquiantences" have so vehemently discontinued contact with me. Understand, I feel no malicious angst against you, only you actions... or unactions. Yes, your inability to answer a letter appals me, but I still wrote it and I still care. There is time to redeem yourselves, if you only would listen to your gut. Get over yourselves. You will not be any better than I am when you hold you PhD in Philosophy and are working in retail. You will not be any more succesful than I will just by the default of your title because you will still be uncultured, prideful dolts. but I still love you. I just hate the way you don't still love me.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
I think everyone comes to a point in there lives at which they realize that they hate their major, prospective jobs and their new friend and new identity and they wish they could go back and make every decision that lead them to that point all over again. Well, I have skipped that whole mistake in my life rather effectively and I honestly think that that is why all of my collegiate "acquiantences" have so vehemently discontinued contact with me. Understand, I feel no malicious angst against you, only you actions... or unactions. Yes, your inability to answer a letter appals me, but I still wrote it and I still care. There is time to redeem yourselves, if you only would listen to your gut. Get over yourselves. You will not be any better than I am when you hold you PhD in Philosophy and are working in retail. You will not be any more succesful than I will just by the default of your title because you will still be uncultured, prideful dolts. but I still love you. I just hate the way you don't still love me.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
A FRIENDLY NOTE TO ALL MY ASSOCIATES IN COLLEGE:
I am not dead. I do still exist even though it may seem impossible; what with my non-impacting lifestyle and all. I have not changed my name, I have not started smoking pot or having sex, and I still enjoy intelligent life forms. Please don't think that just because I'm not paying exorbenant fees at a beurocratic institute for textbook knowledge and brief over views of world philosophies that I am any less educated than yourself. Please don't entertain the thought of me, sitting on my proverbial tuffet, wondering what to do with myself now that I have no life, comparably speaking. Don't let your mind be fooled or your hearts be troubled, I am hard at work at my four self-educating jobs and with my sitcom "loser" townie friends. When I contact you, it is not because i am bored, lonely, depressed or even free to actually conversate. It simply is an olive branch that I choose to extend to you dorm room quadratist, an offering of peace and continuing friendship even though I am exhausted, frustrated and busier than a Harvard grad during the writing of their dissertation. If you should feel so disinclined as to not conversate in return, please don't use the excuse of homework, school or your new social lives to cover up. Simply say you would not like to speak to me. Don't act like you don't know me, or worse that you can spare a moment but thats all because you have to rush off to your self-important, pompous, pious, pretentious philosophy course or science study- group. The fact is, I was only trying to be a good person, there is no need for condecension, rudeness, or any form of malicious ignorance. If you would like a friend in someone as loyal as myself when you arrive home, simply respond to the 27 letters, 10 emails, and 738 text messages and instant messages that I have stretched and scheduled to send you.
A friendly reminder from your local townie in "i'm too busy but i haven't forgotten how to sustain true and connecting relationships," Maryland.
I am not dead. I do still exist even though it may seem impossible; what with my non-impacting lifestyle and all. I have not changed my name, I have not started smoking pot or having sex, and I still enjoy intelligent life forms. Please don't think that just because I'm not paying exorbenant fees at a beurocratic institute for textbook knowledge and brief over views of world philosophies that I am any less educated than yourself. Please don't entertain the thought of me, sitting on my proverbial tuffet, wondering what to do with myself now that I have no life, comparably speaking. Don't let your mind be fooled or your hearts be troubled, I am hard at work at my four self-educating jobs and with my sitcom "loser" townie friends. When I contact you, it is not because i am bored, lonely, depressed or even free to actually conversate. It simply is an olive branch that I choose to extend to you dorm room quadratist, an offering of peace and continuing friendship even though I am exhausted, frustrated and busier than a Harvard grad during the writing of their dissertation. If you should feel so disinclined as to not conversate in return, please don't use the excuse of homework, school or your new social lives to cover up. Simply say you would not like to speak to me. Don't act like you don't know me, or worse that you can spare a moment but thats all because you have to rush off to your self-important, pompous, pious, pretentious philosophy course or science study- group. The fact is, I was only trying to be a good person, there is no need for condecension, rudeness, or any form of malicious ignorance. If you would like a friend in someone as loyal as myself when you arrive home, simply respond to the 27 letters, 10 emails, and 738 text messages and instant messages that I have stretched and scheduled to send you.
A friendly reminder from your local townie in "i'm too busy but i haven't forgotten how to sustain true and connecting relationships," Maryland.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
WELL WE'RE OUT OF CAKE!!
Atleast thats how I feel...
How come the two loves of my life, the only two people I can hoestly say "J'aime avec tout de mon couer" (for those of you who don't speak frech, that's sickeningly sappy) either A.) want to ruin my life or B.) can't remember my first name???
Mr.Heartbreaker insists that I am only pretty enough when he's smashed and when Mr.Hamster is in town he gives me the " Heyyyyy, You!..." face. How can you tell me you love me once upon a time and then FORGET ME?
It's Louise by the way... Louise McLoserson....
Atleast thats how I feel...
How come the two loves of my life, the only two people I can hoestly say "J'aime avec tout de mon couer" (for those of you who don't speak frech, that's sickeningly sappy) either A.) want to ruin my life or B.) can't remember my first name???
Mr.Heartbreaker insists that I am only pretty enough when he's smashed and when Mr.Hamster is in town he gives me the " Heyyyyy, You!..." face. How can you tell me you love me once upon a time and then FORGET ME?
It's Louise by the way... Louise McLoserson....
Thursday, October 07, 2004
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MEN?
I seriously think guys have a radar as to when I actually like them. It goes off and they run away. "WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WATCH OUT! CRAZY MCCRAZERSON DIGS YOU" The only time its safe for them to come near me is when I have no toleration orfondness for them at all.
Being a nun is quickly becoming more and more attractive. The whole cellebacy thing is in the bag.
I seriously think guys have a radar as to when I actually like them. It goes off and they run away. "WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO WATCH OUT! CRAZY MCCRAZERSON DIGS YOU" The only time its safe for them to come near me is when I have no toleration orfondness for them at all.
Being a nun is quickly becoming more and more attractive. The whole cellebacy thing is in the bag.
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