What are you thinking about right now?

I don't know. You look like you may be a stranger

 

I am thinking I just may be stranger than many...

 

Oh, that's different than being a stranger. I can get in the car with you. Got any red vines?

 

Just twizzlers.....

but I gots peanut butter cups......

 

I don't want to do this exam tomorrow, I wonder if I will do well, am I prepared? God I don't want to go to SI, when will this pimple go away, and at the same time about two cute boys...progress is being made with both of them.

 

I don't like twizzlers, but I can go for peanut butter cups!

 

what about moose track icecream?

 

That would be so freaking good right now! I will def get in the car with you now you handsome stranger.

 

about boys

 

I'm thinking about staying up all night, but my parents would kill me, as they know I'm still awake.

I'm also thinking about how lame school will be today.

 

This is the most heartfelt post I've read in a while. I didn't want to let it pass unoticed. I think about the same everyday. And I feel myself going...

My despair actually goes further: I wonder if love is possible at all or if it just a Hollywoodian invention.

 

love is possible if ya believe

it's you yourself who can make it possible

 

setting the garbage cans out by the curb for the truck to pick up when i comes by tomarrow morning so i won't have to hop up at the last minuet when i hear it comming because i forgot to.

which is the exactly immediate next thing on my agenda. before even i respond to another thread.

=^^=
.../\...

 

I'm thinking about how I should be studying for me math exam right now...but know that I have no intention of studying at all.

 

im dreading tomorrow because im sad about what i know will happen

 

Thinking...I need breakfast...

 

^Exactly. I'm waiting for lunch though.

 

No, see. Love doesn't conform to beliefs. For one, it's irrational. Two, it is a dynamic between two people, which is to say, it depends at least on one factor outside my control. Thridly, love cohabits the same region of sado-masochistic impulses, which is to say, agressive libido (or hate --- self-hate and externalized hatred). Lastly, love is not static, it is dynamic, fleeting, and constantly changing.

I just met someone yesterday (the kind of woman that I could "love") who is into S&M. I told her that intuitively, at least, she might know something about human relationships (and especially gender relationships) more deeply than I. I told her I was the typical sensitive guy --- but now that I'm thinking about it, the best sex for me is always at least partially violent: pulling hair, biting, spanking ass cheeks, squeezing, etc. And my favorite sexual position, doggy-style, is none other than a violent position.

As she says, sensitivity and violence are not mutually exclusive. As a matter of fact, all such oppositions/dualities are idealized (like pleasure and pain), when not actually existing in reality. There is only a continuum...

 

I have been thinking about wild sex with someone, green tea and taking a bath. Not all at the same time.

 

wishin Andy would get home soon so I can have some adult conversation face to face instead on this god forsaken computer