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I’d like to give props to you, for sticking with me through all the shit this place had to throw at us. It means a lot to me, especially since you could have done a hell of a lot better than me and Seth when it comes to friends here. Better socially, at least. But you’re a real good guy Brandon. You deserve that chick and she’s lucky to have youPosted By Darla On 07.27.2012 @ 5:38 pm
Children, loved ones friends, people we do not know. Everyone needs consoling at some point in their life, a soul with a discerning heart will recognize and act upon that need~ It takes a special type of person to know when it is necessary, and when it is just for attention.Posted By Darla On 05.10.2011 @ 12:34 pm
High holy hell! she yelled. My God, what are you doing here? Fuck! I thought I was alone! Jesus, Allen, don’t do sneak up on people like that! Marilyn covered up what she was doing. Allen sat down beside her. Sorry, May, he said. I was just getting lonely up at the house. Yeah, yeah, whatever, bub. Just–don’t sneak up on people, okay? Marilyn sighed. She hoped Allen hadn’t seen what she was trying so desperately to hide. Silly, really. It wasn’t all that big of a secret. She just didn’t want to have to explain it to anyone. So, what are doing out here? Allen asked. Nothing, Marilyn deflected, Just thinking. Allen said nothing back which relieved Marilyn. She knew he wasn’t really interested in what she was doing. He was looking for a way to say what he was thinking by trying to be polite.Posted By Darla On 04.08.2010 @ 3:55 pm
The geometric shape I hate the most. It can be symmetrical but so unfair too. So many uneven remainders of a whole. Always someone getting left out.
Do I believe in monogamy anymore?
Every time I’ve ever fallen in love, this triangle appears. There is never equality or harmony, but a triangle of three people. Fuck you, get out of my triangle!!Posted By darla On 03.02.2010 @ 11:25 am
The thumbtack was halfway stuck in the board, barely holding the paper it had once secured. I squinted at the fine print: “Behold, all contracted contracts can and will be subject to change.” But that did not fetter my interest. It was the bold on the top of the page. “Love,” it read. “Five bucks a pop.”Posted By darla On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am