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 Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 2:07 am
This Axe thing reminds me of Lynx here. Lynx is, without a doubt, the most overly-marketed mens body spray here. I'll have to track down one of the commercials for it... They're utterly pathetic.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:10 am
hmm...
I'd have to say a couple songs remind of things I don't want to mention that happened and it always makes me sad.
And as far as what other people say/do, whenever I see a little kid being smothered and spoiled and loved, it reminds me of when I lived with my grandparents and I always end up feeling bad.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 2:19 am
Heh, I just found a post I made in this thread on the first page about a friend of mine who's no longer a friend. I often wonder how different my life would be if I hadn't apologised to her when I did. She's an old wound to me. And what's funny is that even after everything she did, I was in a serious relationship with he older brother for over a year, and if he'd asked me to marry him, I'd have done it in a heartbeat. And then the two people I hate more than anything would have been my sister-in-law and brother-in-law... *shudders at the thought*
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 5:08 am
I use opening of wounds or as I call it facing the mirror. As a way to acertain what about me is working and what is not. Also by going through the event of the wound I can determine the cause and the patterns therin. So it helps me to be a better person.
Whenever I am thinking about some emotional event I swear it seems like every radio station is playing a song about something similar. Irritating.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 5:17 am
Flavored milk reminds me of my ex.. not like chocolate milk, but strawberry and banana milk.
The s**t smelt nasty like that childrens liquid medicine.. anyways he'd come home from work get high, get totally naked and sit on the couch and drink out of the mini jugs then leave them open and out to stink up the place.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 10:51 am
tatiana dusksong Whenever I am thinking about some emotional event I swear it seems like every radio station is playing a song about something similar. Irritating. Given that the overwhelming majority of all songs of nearly all genres are about some sort of emotional event or response, it's really not surprising. Intoxikace Flavored milk reminds me of my ex.. not like chocolate milk, but strawberry and banana milk.
The s**t smelt nasty like that childrens liquid medicine.. anyways he'd come home from work get high, get totally naked and sit on the couch and drink out of the mini jugs then leave them open and out to stink up the place. He sounds like an unbelievable loser. I had to read it several times through before I was sure I hadn't mistaken the word "Work" because he really doesn't sound like the type, from that, to hold a job. I remember back when getting a job was so much easier than it is now. I miss those days.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 10:38 pm
The other night I was round at my ex's place to look after our rabbit since he was sick, and his sister came round and saw me. As soon as she gets home, B gets a txt from her boyfriend (the situation with Kirsten and Gary could possibly be somewhere in this thread No, there isn't. Suffice to say, it's a long story.) saying "I can't believe you're still hanging around with that stupid fat b***h. Tell her to ******** off and that she's ruining your life.". It took me half an hour of discussion (complete with yelling) to get B to see that I needed sticking up for, because he wouldn't let me stick up for myself. And his mother wouldn't lift a finger to help me. Some best friend (and ex-best friend) I have.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 12:18 am
Kristabelle015 It took me half an hour of discussion (complete with yelling) to get B to see that I needed sticking up for, because he wouldn't let me stick up for myself. You see the irony in someone not letting you stand up for yourself, right?
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 12:35 am
Matasoga Kristabelle015 It took me half an hour of discussion (complete with yelling) to get B to see that I needed sticking up for, because he wouldn't let me stick up for myself. You see the irony in someone not letting you stand up for yourself, right? Yes Josh, I do. I'm not afraid to scream at Brendon. But I'm not allowed to scream and shout at them. At least not in B's house, since it's "neutral ground" because his mother won't admit that her daughter is in the wrong.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 1:49 am
Kristabelle015 Matasoga Kristabelle015 It took me half an hour of discussion (complete with yelling) to get B to see that I needed sticking up for, because he wouldn't let me stick up for myself. You see the irony in someone not letting you stand up for yourself, right? Yes Josh, I do. I'm not afraid to scream at Brendon. But I'm not allowed to scream and shout at them. At least not in B's house, since it's "neutral ground" because his mother won't admit that her daughter is in the wrong. I don't think that I could ever stay there, given that.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 3:41 am
Matasoga Kristabelle015 Matasoga Kristabelle015 It took me half an hour of discussion (complete with yelling) to get B to see that I needed sticking up for, because he wouldn't let me stick up for myself. You see the irony in someone not letting you stand up for yourself, right? Yes Josh, I do. I'm not afraid to scream at Brendon. But I'm not allowed to scream and shout at them. At least not in B's house, since it's "neutral ground" because his mother won't admit that her daughter is in the wrong. I don't think that I could ever stay there, given that. I've never stayed there to see his mum, I stay there to see him and Nixon. So I don't see her that much, except when I go out into the kitchen to grab a drink and stuff.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:57 am
my dad helped me open an old wound up that I did not realize still bothered me. When I was about 12 or so my cousin committed suicide. I looked up to him a great deal, and could go as far as saying he was my hero. Needless to say this messed up my little kid brain. After that nothing mattered anymore.
So while I was on vacation I visited his grave. Now Im going to analyze this to further understand its impact on my life. Past and present. Time to let it go.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:37 pm
Hearing about people with memory problems really brings back my Grampa's final days. They were really hard, he was really sick with Alzheimer's at the end. I recently had an opportunity to talk about the good times with my Gramma though and I think it really helped. I'll always miss him and will probably continue to get a bit misty once in awhile when I think of him but I feel like I'm not as focused on the end anymore.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 12:10 am
After being dumped after a month or so consecutively by three different guys, I just kinda gave the finger to relationships. Yeah, I miss holding someone's hand and doing stuff with someone special, but eh, it's whatever. However, the last guy I dated, I dunno, I kinda think he was lying to me on the reason why he left.
I knew the guy for about four or five years and one day he started hitting on me, I dismissed it, not really thinking much of it, than I asked him about going to the World's Fair again this year (steampunk con, we got in free last year since he knew the designer running the fashion show). He said he didn't know and asked if I wanted to hang. Agreeing, we hung out with a few of his friends and were pretty inseparable, we started going out a few days later and I was kinda surprised how well we kinda clicked. 'Cept he was really sexual and I wasn't quite ready for another relationship where the guy sees me naked than leaves. We did somethings,but I we never full blown had sex. But I noticed, he often said nice things to me, like I'm beautiful or wonderful, after we did something sexual; including the first time he admitted loving me.
A month or so later, he broke up with me saying "we're better as friends since the relationship wasn't going anywhere" before a banquet for my school's art/lit magazine (I was art editor). I figured something was wrong when I stepped into his car since he didn't hold my hand as he drove, but I knew I couldn't keep him and shouldn't guilt him to stay, so I agreed. We arrived and through the banquet I put on a fake smile and nearly believed I was happy when I was giggling with my close friends. The ride back we were talking and he was surprised I wasn't freaking out or crying, I didn't want to, not with him there. Finally we get to my house and we say good-bye and give each other one last hug. As I pulled away slowly, we locked eyes, I noticed he had the same face he did when he told me he loved me. Than while dragging my hand across his chest, he grabbed my arm, just enough to touch my skin as if for one last time. God, and I thought I could tell that story without tearing up again. But I always wonder if he lied about his reasons, that final good-bye, I can replay every detail in my head and that face, those eyes, I just wonder if they were keeping something from me. I pondered over what could have been the reason and the only reason I could think of was to preserve what ever is left of my innocence.
The break up was a month or so ago and we haven't really talked except for when I told him I wanted my Gears of War 2 and phone charger back. I guess we'll go back to being "friends" like we were when he graduated high school and we never talked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 5:38 pm
An old wound? Oh goodness, they are countless. I believe my worst pain, though, is the lack of closure with my first love, and the countless blows my self-esteem took with him. After two years, so much mutual destruction, and a terrible fascination with each other, we walked away with the understanding that one day we'd try to be friends again. It's been 6 years now, and we haven't spoken. Not without effort on my part. My life is better without him, I admit, but I miss his friendship. Even if I was just an experiment to him, someone he didn't want to show off to his friends, someone who wasn't to his intellectual level, I still felt that he and I had good times together.
He was never into the things I liked. Not really. I bent over backwards to be with him, going so far as to arranging my college courses to fit his, to learn about his hobbies and make them mine. So the one time that things mixed on their own, it made me feel like we were right. It was towards the end, one night in my hometown. We were driving to a friend's house, and "Under the Bridge" by Red Hot Chili Peppers came on. I'm notorious for singing along with songs I know, but I was quiet, thinking this time. When he started singing, my jaw hit the floor, and I joined in with him. It was a moment of communion for us, of bonding. And to this day, that song still makes me miss him.
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