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From [livejournal.com profile] brithistorian, a piece of writing by Rosemarie Urquico:

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
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From [livejournal.com profile] brithistorian, a piece of writing by Rosemarie Urquico:

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
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From [livejournal.com profile] brithistorian, a piece of writing by Rosemarie Urquico:

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
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Since my last blog post, I've decided to write the report of my holiday as a one-shot fanzine which I will release after landing back in the UK. Suffice to say that we are now in Lone Pine, near Death Valley, and tomorrow sees us arrive in Las Vegas. In other news, I received two ego boosts today but unfortunately, I'm now feeling very angry at how a friend of mine is being treated, or has been treated, by some utter twat on the Internet. Bigotry is not OK - apparently, some people haven't realised that yet, which is sad.
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So, firstly, the degree. In all the work I've handed in, in only one unit of Maths and in the Labs module (Labs make Baby Jesus cry, btw) have I achieved below a first-class mark, about which I am extremely happy. [touches wood] Max [livejournal.com profile] hawkida has posted a video of me technobabbling at her, which honestly isn't that impressive, since it's just the first three weeks of an undergraduate degree and anyone who's done Physics to A-level probably knows most of what I'm talking about anyway...

Speaking of which, Max came to Leicester to see me this weekend! It was very fun - we went into Leicester from the train station initially to do some low-level shop browsing (essentially, I went to HMV to ask a question and to KRCS to buy a software suite for the MacBook that's currently in Apple's 'orders yet to ship' list. Max went to Primark). After that, we went to see some zombie films at Day of the Undead - it was very, very good fun. We bumped into Simo, who was in attendance for the first couple of films, and said hello. Max and I saw the first and last films, skipping Versus in order to go and grab a bite to eat at Bella Italia, which was great. The films themselves, well, I'm not really an expert on these things, but I did like the zombie cows from the Irish film Dead Meat and the genius quote, "I kick ass in the name of the Lord!" which came from Peter Jackson's Braindead (which had some really funny bits).

Then we went back to my room, and I showed Max my TARDIS, and then we went to bed and woke up and went to Asda before coming back to cook brunch, which was in the shape of an omelette each. Not just any omelette though - these had mushroom, bacon, sausage, black pudding and cheese, and they were three eggs each (because I forgot I already had six eggs, and thus bought six more...). As a result, I now have a full freezer (partly because I froze the leftover bacon and a pack of sausages, mostly because I got to the 'Reduced to Clear' section just as they were filling it up and managed to acquire several extremely cheap ready-made things for days when I forget to go to dinner and end up being hungry).

Then we went into town, and Max had some trouble with trains, which is detailed on her journal, and I won't bother to document it. After Max had finally managed to stick two fingers up at Leicester public transport and actually manage to use it (I swear the city council here have designed the transportation system to put people off...) I headed to the pub just up the road from the station, where I met Gramps, his girlfriend and my girlfriend, Claire (!) and we had a couple of pints together whilst talking happy amounts of toot about anything that crossed our happy little minds. (Arsenal drew with Liverpool, if anyone's wondering.)

After that, Claire and I went back to hers, and watched an episode of Green Wing before sort of falling asleep on her bed and deciding we really should be going to bed. And, as such, I am updating LiveJournal. I have a fuckload of work to do tomorrow afternoon if I want to go out on Tuesday night... two units of first-year Maths, one unit of second-year Maths and one unit of Physics. At least it's dynamics, and not electromagnetism, which is made of fail (although I remain fairly confident that I got most of the questions right when I handed them in last week, it's just such a difficult topic compared to, well, the rest of Physics generally. Although I'm quite happy that my tutor is teaching one of the modules I'm taking next semester, because it'll be much easier to follow with the lecturer helping out...! Also, he hadn't done electromagnetism in a while when we asked him questions, which makes us hopeful that some branches of astrophysics won't have any electromagnetism in them).

But life, as they say, is good. I am going to be seeing two of my brothers next weekend when I go to Norwich, The Long Road Out of Eden is finally released tomorrow (I ain't getting the special edition that's released a fortnight later, as I've got the two songs that are added onto the special edition already through The Complete Greatest Hits, so the incentive to wait a fortnight is, at best, slim) and my new MacBook and iPod should be arriving either this week or the next. Oh, and I have a girlfriend, it would appear.

Win! :D

Concubines

Jun. 23rd, 2007 02:50 pm
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Dave thinks I am the only man at uni that will have concubines... Is it a compliment?

Penis

Jun. 19th, 2007 07:50 pm
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Dave: "Whoever goes to uni with you had better watch out for your pants!"

He's also got a bookcase bigger than his penis! How big is that? He wants you all to give me values for how large you think his penis is. If you guess right, you get a picture of his penis. Can you tell we're related?!

Men

Jun. 1st, 2007 01:10 am
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This seems to have struck a bit of a chord with some people! :)

Weekends

Apr. 29th, 2007 11:13 pm
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This weekend got off to an awesome start because there was alcohol consumption at a Wetherspoons in Peterborough (photographs are on Facebook and linked to from this entry) on Friday night and then breakfast with parents at the same pub on Saturday morning (they do a fucking awesome breakfast, actually - I highly recommend the weekend brunch as well, worth a go!). Then, afterwards, I clambered on a train to Derby whereupon I spectacularly failed to meet up with the first of the two friends referenced in my last entry about Derby and so I went for a milkshake instead. Eventually, however, Hayls [livejournal.com profile] quasi_hayley came and picked me up, at which point the plan deviated from the original and we went to Fran [livejournal.com profile] frandowdsofa and John [livejournal.com profile] johannes_d's to spend some time in the delightful company of both them, Doug [livejournal.com profile] dougs and Julia SWINOLJDTBEOEIF. We had fizz, watched Doctor Who (even Hayls), ate Chinese food and had conversations about nasal sex, amongst other things. Eventually, however, all good things must come to an end, and midnight rolled around, prompting the departure of Doug and Julia, and thus Hayley and I decided to go to sleep as well.

Then, morning came. From now on, whenever somebody tells me that they've had the best breakfast in the world, I am going to have to point them at the Dowd household. They rock at breakfast. Bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon followed by a scone topped with blueberry jam and clotted cream and finished off with some strawberries dipped in a chocolate fondue. After breakfast, Hayls and I stayed til about twelve o'clock at which point we bade them farewell and drove back to Buxton, where we went for coffee, watched most of a DVD and walked around a very nice park. Eventually the time came for me to go home so Hayls drove me to Nottingham station and I got the train home.

It was a brilliant weekend, and now I have beer!
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me: "I thought I'd just say to her at the beginning of the evening 'you look very pretty tonight' and then wait a couple of hours and come in with 'I'm not wearing any underwear today'."
Dave: "Well, try it, then let me know how that goes... I can see you wearing a drink by the end of that night."

Hence, a poll. Dave wants to know how many of my flist think that this is a smooth chatup line, so here we go! )

me: "It's all going downhill."
Dave: "We're at the end of the hill, we're now BASE jumping off!"
me: "We're a bit random sometimes, aren't we?"
Dave: "Just about every time we talk!"

Lesbian Sex

Apr. 6th, 2007 07:13 pm
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Abi & Clara are sharing an executive double bed! Wahey!!! Hot action!

Weekend

Feb. 20th, 2007 04:51 pm
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"Giggety giggety! Oooohhhhh yeah!" For those of you who are wondering, that was the battlecry of Stef as we went on a quest through London to see who was noseworthy and who was not. Still need more information? Then I'll begin...

So, last week was half-term. My half-brother James came over for most of the holiday (Friday to Thursday) and my other half-brother, David, came on the Wednesday to say hello as well. Both of them witnessed my driving and haven't died yet, which is an achievement from my point of view! Nothing much happened, to be honest - I worked a few shifts, I mucked around with my half-brothers, I went into town more times than I can count and I ate, drank and slept. It was a great week in that it consisted of just existing with my half-brother, and as such any reports of proceedings are liable to be slightly dull.

Saturday, however, saw the oncoming of Picocon at Imperial College, whereupon I got to see lots of fannish-type people (including those such as [livejournal.com profile] despotliz who I hadn't met before) and had a thoroughly good time carefully avoiding the programme by loitering in the bar area and The Other Bit. I also drew on two glasses and a rock in order to create a shrubbery, but that was ruined by Stef doing a similar thing first (they thought I was ripping him off!). It was on this day that I purchased my Big Red One (Comic Relief's red nose for 2007). Wearing this, Stef and I went up to various people (although Stef was, I admit, slightly more daring) to ask them to "touch my nose!". Most of these people did happen to be attractive young bints (weird how that worked out, huh?) and so the expression of someone as being "noseworthy" and the cry of "get your nose out!" - used to describe and to point out attractive ladies respectively - were born.

We went for Chinese food and then went back to James' before drinking some alcohol and eventually falling asleep. The next day, Max, James, Tamar and I went to a carboot sale, at which some of us bought things and I didn't. Later on, James, Max, Stef and I went to see Hot Fuzz which was excellent and terrific and generally awesome (James suggested having a slouch to the place in which it was filmed) before James gave me a lift to the station and I caught some trains to allow me to pull into Peterborough at 19:30. Cue lots of chatting online and catching up with e-mails before some well-earned sleep (although I did happen to stay up til 02:00).

Jen

Nov. 22nd, 2006 03:59 pm
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Last night, Jen broke up with me. I can't really find any words for this, so I'll just point out that she's still a wonderful person, and go and watch DVDs until they're coming out of my ears. Expressions of sorrow and offers of companionship are gratefully appreciated.

EDIT: My godsister (my mother's goddaughter) changed her MSN name for me. It was very sweet... )

Quote

Oct. 21st, 2006 10:13 pm
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Jen: "This is my 'I hate you but I love you' face."

She's phenomenal.

Stud

Oct. 20th, 2006 07:08 pm
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This, taken from an IM chat earlier tonight with a schoolmate of mine, made me laugh:

Rupert: John you have a hot 21 year old girl friend who you evidently rag at every opportunity
Rupert: you're a stud my friend

Jen

Oct. 15th, 2006 11:34 pm
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It is truly amazing how valued a snuggle, some sex and breakfast in bed can make somebody feel. :) The six days we'll spend apart feels like an eternity, but the four we'll spend together at the end of it feels like a few seconds. Funny how time bends that way, isn't it? And now we return to your non-nausea-inducing flist.

Infidelity

Oct. 6th, 2006 06:11 pm
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I want to write this because I want to write it. I'm talking about infidelity, and forgiving such things, and I will also be talking about my relationship with Emma [livejournal.com profile] nytevampire (yes, I am well aware that that's ancient history, but still...).

I know what it's like to make a mistake, to be unfaithful to the person you're with. It's a very easy thing to do if someone is showing interest in you, and I was unfaithful to Emma. I made that mistake. It's easy to think, in retrospect, "It was only online, so it didn't matter," but as the rest of that relationship was online, it did matter, and it hurt her a hell of a lot. She did a very big thing by forgiving me for that, and I am grateful that she gave me a second chance in that situation.

However, this isn't the only sort of infidelity - there are other varieties as well (some people feel that confiding more in someone than in your girlfriend is infidelity - I happen to be of this viewpoint, as I know that when Emma told other people more than she told me about how she was feeling or about what was happening in her life, I felt very down about it) - but the one I want to talk about here is the affair.

An affair is different from cheating on someone in one key way, and that is that an affair is more than once (typically a lot more than once) over a period of time that could be a week, could be a month or could be a year. Emma did this to me with Josh [livejournal.com profile] jippyjosh, over the course of about a fortnight or a month.

Before I say anything else, I would just like to say that Josh is one of my closest and dearest friends, and I forgave him for this a long, long time ago. I love him dearly, I understand why he did what he did, and it's fine by me. Any negative comments which relate to either him or Emma will be deleted - I'm not writing this entry to get at either of them.

Now, I tried my level best to forgive her for that, and our relationship limped on for another three months or so after it had happened. We met for the first time after it had happened, wonderful things occurred between the two of us, but the bottom line was that I was always insecure about her relationships with other guys after that had happened (it may be more accurate to say 'more insecure'). If one thing had happened between her and Josh, once, then it would have been much, much easier to forgive her, but it didn't.

She lied to me. She lied, and she did so in a calculated way, to make me feel guilty about being insecure even when I had good reason to be. She told me she had low credit as she spent £50 texting my best friend, she told me that her and Josh were just good friends and that she loved me even as she said that he looked cute and she loved him. She spun a web of deceit to be with another guy, and that's just not forgivable. It isn't just a mistake, it's a planned series of events which eventually and inevitably must lead to the conclusion that the relationship is irreparably broken. No-one who loves someone else can have an affair without their knowledge - it's not possible.

Cheating on someone by having a fling with someone else is a horrible, horrible thing to do. I am so ashamed that I lowered myself to that level, and I will never let myself forget what a bad thing it was for me to do. But it was a mistake, and I told the girl that I loved about it because she deserved to know. An affair, lying to your partner for a period of time so that you can be with somebody else, just isn't a mistake, and as such, it's not something I would ever forgive again. The trust would vanish, and although the last months with Emma were ones that did make me happy, the trust was gone. I thought that that was what a relationship was supposed to be like, at the time, and my experiences with Jess and Jen have shown me that it doesn't have to be like that.

Having an affair behind somebody's back isn't something that can happen in a good relationship where both people trust and love each other. That's just my opinion, undoubtedly there are other viewpoints on such things. I would be interested to hear reactions, but I would ask those people on my flist who are polyamorous to bear in mind that I am not, in any way, judging them. If both people in a relationship are aware of extra-relationship activities such as sex, and they're both comfortable with it, then there is still trust there, and trust is really what I'm talking about.

Jennifer

Sep. 12th, 2006 01:06 am
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I have not yet told the many and varied members of my LiveJournal list this (those of you who I know and talk to in Real Life will probably know anyway, though), but I started seeing a girl called Jennifer at the beginning of the holidays and it has mutated into something more serious. She's currently in Italy, so I am missing her loads. Her name's Jennifer, she's twenty-one, she's entering the final year of a German degree at the University of Birmingham, and she's breathtaking. She recently spent a year in Vienna, and one of her housemates maintains a LiveJournal over at [livejournal.com profile] pinkcrusader, so if you'd like to see some pictures of her, you can find them there (she is the first picture of this entry, written on her twenty-first birthday).

I'm sure you all found that riveting - back to your normally scheduled friends page! :)

Breakup

Jul. 3rd, 2006 05:58 pm
johncoxon: (Breakup)
Jess may not reply because she appears to be offline. And guess what, so's my relationship. I honestly thought I had something really special and I was so, so happy with everything - life, school, friends, my part of fandom, etc. I will deliberately avoid filling my LiveJournal with crap about how I'm feeling - I know that it's not going to be terribly interesting to anybody who reads my LiveJournal, and I do try and make it at least partly interesting (it's a journal, it's not going to be brilliant now, is it?).

The upshot is that I feel crap. This is normal, it's how everybody feels. She broke up with me because she's worried that she's underachieving at school, and I can understand why she has. I will not tolerate any negative feelings towards her, she did what she did because she had to, and I can honestly understand that. I'm not feeling stilted, or neglected, or rejected. I am feeling crap because I miss her, not because I hate her, and I know that I will never hate her, as long as I live. She's never been anything but wonderful to me, full stop.

That doesn't stop me feeling crap, however, and it doesn't stop me wanting to tear my heart out to stop myself crying a great deal. If you want to talk to me (eek!) about how I'm feeling, or if you generally want to show an interest and/or caring nature, then look up my contact details (IM details freely available, phone numbers available through a link, if you can't see the phone numbers comment and I might add you to the filter) on my userinfo.

I'll muddle through. I don't know how long, or how easily, but I will do it. Damn straight, reverend.


This means I have to change my default userpic, delete images from my phone, etc. How come it's the mundane things that hit you in the nuts repeatedly?

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