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Me Myself Eye...: December 2007
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This is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written. Monday, December 17, 2007. I wish I knew which button to push. Then I'd know how to please you. It's sad but true. So I'll just listen in down the line. While you're busy mixing grape with grain. To sedate your pain. Songbird, you got tales to tell. How many times can you describe your living hell. The sweeping gesture creates a fuss. It's only useful when receiving praise. If you'd let somebody love you just enough. Free from all your pain. When I ...
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Me Myself Eye...: Two Years Ago...
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This is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written. Wednesday, February 20, 2008. Fifteen Years Down The Fucking Drain. Well I've done it now. I think I left my Hubby a few hours ago. I suppose I have. I've told him I'm done with our relationship and I'm sitting on my Mother's back verandah. It's almost one thirty am. I won't sleep tonight- I'm too upset to sleep; especially in my Father's bed (he's gone camping at the beach)- how fucked would that be? Mum says there's no way he'd do it- and besides,...
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Me Myself Eye...: January 2008
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This is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written. Tuesday, January 29, 2008. Everythings Just Fucking ) Peachy. It's not my fault, it can't be my fault that you speak to me the way you do. Now I'm split in two, I'm half me half you but I hate us both, don't you? No of course you don't, of course you don't. You said life is peachy without me. Of course you don't, of course you don't. You said life is peachy without me. It's not your fault, it can't be your fault that I let you crawl inside my head.
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Me Myself Eye...: February 2008
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This is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written. Wednesday, February 20, 2008. I've hardly been outside my room in days,. Cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays. The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,. And it was then I realize the conscience never fades. When you're young you have this image of your life:. That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife. And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,. And if you happen to you wake completely lost. And we can o...
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Me Myself Eye...: (Everythings Just Fucking ) Peachy...
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This is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written. Tuesday, January 29, 2008. Everythings Just Fucking ) Peachy. It's not my fault, it can't be my fault that you speak to me the way you do. Now I'm split in two, I'm half me half you but I hate us both, don't you? No of course you don't, of course you don't. You said life is peachy without me. Of course you don't, of course you don't. You said life is peachy without me. It's not your fault, it can't be your fault that I let you crawl inside my head.
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Me Myself Eye...: Smut Meme...
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This is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written. Wednesday, February 06, 2008. This is Martin's fault;apparently. And also Gempire's fault. You're welcome to post it on your blogs. You must call it the Smut Meme, you must link to me in the beginning paragraph, and you must tag 2 people, and link to them as well. Oh, and you must post this little blurb of instructions at the beginning, as has been done here. Except this time I don't think he'll be back. 1 Chocolate or Whipped Cream:. 8 Fast or Slow:.
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Me Myself Eye...: More Like Last Week...
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This is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written. Monday, February 11, 2008. More Like Last Week. So where was I? Oh yeah. That's right. But before I begin I might clarify something. Apparently it was neither. Because Now the story is that he didn't fuck her at all. Which is what he Should have said when I asked him; especially if he didn't want me to assume that he had. Especially if he ever expected Me to believe any differently. Aren't I allowed to vent my emotions to my friends? Hubby was down ...
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Me Myself Eye...: Tails Of A Bramaged Drain...
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This is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written. Tuesday, February 19, 2008. Tails Of A Bramaged Drain. I just realised that my deliberately mispelling of words occasionally is at least one of the things that led hubby to conclude last night that I am suffering from acute alcoholic brain damage disorder and am in desperate need of a cat scan to determine the extent. And That right there, People, is a sentence I just thought of in my brain. It is an example of an Exact thought process. Today I'll t...
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Me Myself Eye...: (Could You Leave Me With A) Scar...
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This is only the Past. The Future is yet to be written. Monday, February 11, 2008. Could You Leave Me With A) Scar. He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note. That said "use these down to your bones". And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him. I thought "this one knows better than I do". A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle. He tried to cut me so I'd fit. And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home? Soul is in danger.
