Blame Charles Hamilton

Lay with me
and you'll be
in a world of my imagination
come on in
if you're in-to domination
I just want
to exceed
every one of your expectations
Hopefully
you believe
in reciprocation...




-E*

I'm like an onion...not in the sense that my ass is phat, but that i have layers...

Not to reiterate the stereotype of "a woman that doesn't know what she wants...
but in complete contrast to my first two submissions
(where i shitted on relationships),
I once again have been swayed and am now in reflection of
what my heart is telling me...
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In another submission of
"Bored teenager with no hobby"
I eagerly announce that I am finished 'shitting on'
(talking negatively of)
relationships.

It seems once again, music has somewhat given me new hope in humanity. Now I'm no fool. I know the deep, dark secret about love songs. They use the most powerful of weapons (words) over the universal language (music) and provoke lust, desire, passion, and yearning...all of the most driving emotions and feelings that make love as potent as it is. And yet, upon listening to a song from Usher's latest album (many have said that he has 'fallen off', and I kind of agree, but this song got me feeling some kind of way...{shivers}).....



I realize that people just need that (physical, emotional) connection with another person sometimes, even if it's primarily based on an infatuation or even just sexual attraction. We fake it 'til we make it. It's like, it's getting late...the club's about to end...and everyone is hugged up, ready to go make 'love' to this perfect stranger...and pretend for a while, that they aren't alone in this world...and that, they have someone who wants to take them to that high (climax) that only a significant other can bring. I don't blame them...

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I just refuse to pretend anymore.
Time is a precious thing to waste, playing around with someone else's
perfect mate.
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And, frankly, I don't want MY perfect match all used and abused
with tons of luggage
when he arrives at my doorstep.
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He should still have the courage to believe in a love that lasts,
and be willing to fight for that love...because he believes
that I am the only one for him.
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I think I will do the same for him.
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-E*

Here we go AGAIN...

In another uneventful episode of...
TEENAGE WASTELAND.
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I have poked and ridiculed those in love,
because i thoroughly believe
that once the sun comes out
it will be a different story.
lls.

Forgive the cynicism, but I find it comical to hear and see all these budding relationships in winter...then once spring rolls around ppl get annoyed with each other, and all hell breaks loose. By the time summer comes, there's more loose booties than one man can handle, and it's curtains for his girl.



Hate aside...love is in the air...

...and everyone is helping themselves to a big ol' slice, enjoy with caution.

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...watch for the occasional

• hair,
• roach...
• ratfoot maybe.

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also, beware the stare of Mary Shaw.
That woman is evil. She was never married, never had children, and came back to kill everyone she had a grudge against (namely those who had marriages and children on the way).
Bet you would suffer crunching on a roach rather than
turn into a evil ventriloquist.(spelling)
(sorry i just saw DEAD SILENCE recently)
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But really ppl, be more realistic. Relationships are a wonderful thing and should be entered into with caution...not a cute thing to put on your facebook page.
Getting into one too quickly results in broken hearts and bitter feelings.
Take note.

I don't write this to be rude or mean or negative, I write this to prevent irrational thinking.

Plus at 19, I can say relationships bore me after a while...you meet, you hang out, you have sex, then there is nothing left to do...no spark, no fire. I have decided that dating is more fun, that way I can enjoy a guy without having to see the behind the scenes stuff no one wants to know or hear about:

• morning breath
• your mom picks out your clothes??
• your addiction to Saints Row

(the game is cool, your addiction is not)

• your sloppy drunken habits
• your flirtatious way when i'm not around
• etc...

Call me faithless, but not hopeless. Prince charming will come...i just don't want to be tied to Mr. Some-timey when he does decide to reveal himself...

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-E*

I'm an alien from outter space.....

CURRENT POSITION- jobless squatter, college dropout, friendly advisor, rude criticizer,
GOOD at many things,
MASTER of nothing...

Hello...
If you are reading this, then you must be as bored as I am with the world.
or,
you fit the above description
(if the latter, you should work on that...)
Any who, this will be my first addition to my blog, (hold for applause)...
and you have been unlucky enough to stumble upon it.
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At press time, I personally feel the need to say that you probably won't learn anything from me.
I am not a psychologist, sociologist, or proctologist, (not even a giggle? ok.)
I'm just a bored young rebel without a cause.
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Give me a minute...
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-In another pointless day,

I have come to realize that I may not actually be who i think i am. I had an out-of-body experience...and was not on any illegal drugs, (i just said NO). Earlier, I was explaining this to others...a select few friends i trust.

I told Smarty-Pants* (who will from this point on be nicknamed SP*) that i felt like everyone was weird, and unfamiliar-a bit estranged.

SP* found this statement to be oh-so comical, responding with, "Maybe it is YOU who is estranged, YOU are the weird one. The body snatchers have collected their first victim..." followed by a long and annoying combination of 'mu hu hahahas'. I doubted it.

Slightly perturbed by her comment, I started to realize, she may be right. I DO feel estranged, detached somewhat. You know the scenes in movies where the main character is moving in 'real-time', and everyone else around him is going so fast with their important meetings and jobs and fast lives?? That's me. I'm the slow one. Taking my sweet time in life, waiting for the sudden collision of REAL-REALITY and the one I happen to live in right now.

How utterly pathetic.
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At this point you can either go on to your
regularly scheduled program,
or,
stay tuned...and wait for the
CRASH.