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If you move to my town, I will be quite excited, but I will also panic a little bit inside because of how awesome you are.

If you move to my town, I will be quite excited, but I will also panic a little bit inside because of how awesome you are.
But it turns out that I’ve been using the words groovy, nifty and fabulous incorrectly all this time.
I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe how neato this is.
We’re just not romantically compatible with each other, and she made some decisions regarding the way she chose to end our relationship that hurt me a lot more than they had to.
But she’s had a rough time, men-wise, and she deserves to be happy. I hope this guy makes her happy, and I hope it lasts. I have my own predictions, but I’ll just keep them to myself and wish everybody involved good luck. I’m not going to promise to be anybody’s friend, but I do promise not to exacerbate raw feelings any further.
We’re pretty much all good people in this. The timing of this whole situation just really fucked us all in the ass, some of us worse than others.
My apologies, for both spewing my pain in all of your faces, and for any I may have caused her. I still care for her very much, and that’s why this has been so hard for me. I urge any of you who have sent her insulting messages to cease this practice immediately. She doesn’t deserve it, and it’s between us, not between us and any of you. The same goes for insulting messages and tweets directed at me. Knock it off.
Now, it’s time for me to go to work. Yes, at 9:30 pm. Because my life is a non-stop teddy bear parade.
Hugs all around.
Nothing says “1970’s New York City” like the opening shots of Dog Day Afternoon, which I am watching right now as part of my unplanned John Cazale Trilogy (you might be tempted to think that it’s an Al Pacino Trilogy, but no, it’s not, you fucking moron).
I once owned my own home, and now I’m finding my budget blown straight out by a cheap-ass studio apartment. Even if I manage to get a room somewhere, I won’t be financially comfortable by ANY stretch of the imagination.
I have a job. I work hard. How the fuck am I supposed to live? HOW? Somebody want to fucking tell me that? How does anybody manage it?
Despite the efforts of fortune and a select few to make me feel valueless, one thing I’ve learned while in the middle of all of these difficulties is that I’m pretty well liked. I don’t know how passionately most feel about liking me, but the point is that they do. Anybody who doesn’t…odds are they don’t actually know me.
I’m a pretty good person, all around. I have my faults: I react pretty poorly to perceived slights or betrayals, probably because I strive to be as honest as I can in dealings both personal and professional. I don’t always succeed, but I make a good-faith effort at all times, and I am deeply disappointed and angry when I see situations in which people appear to have not even made a stab in the direction of forthrightness. I hold people to a higher standard when they have made claims to be my friend. I’m also highly opinionated, frequently sarcastic when sincerity would be the best option, and I use humor as both a shield and a weapon far too often.
But I’m well-liked. I have few enemies, and I am surrounded by kind and supportive people who want to see me happy and successful. I’d like to thank all of those people right now: you make life a lot easier. I like or love you all.
To Oregon. I really don’t know why I was fighting so hard to stay in this state. Misty memories of my intermittent moments of happiness? Plain ol’ bullheadedness? Regardless, the Beaver State beckons.
So long, Utah.
My home state’s prettier, anyway.
librariansoul replied to your post: “RED” Was a Pretty Good Time
I wasn’t attracted to him at all in Two Towers. And then Star Trek happened. *harglbaglarblglbargle*
Star Trek also changed the way I feel about Zachary Quinto in a big way.
Sometimes I wish there was a switch I could dial all the over to “gay” so I could just happily run off into the land of beefy, sweaty thrusting.
But the wimmins…they are just too damn sexy.
onegirlrambles replied to your post: “RED” Was a Pretty Good Time
Well, now that I see him, who the hell would blame you? =)
I never would have believed it if you’d told me, back when The Two Towers came out, that one day I would have a runaway homo crush on the actor who played Eomer. But he just keeps giving great performances in movies in which he keeps getting sexier. My default heterosexuality was sorely tested during the scene where he and Bruce Willis went mano-a-mano.
It was like gay porn, but hotter.
Nice action, nice humor, everybody in peak form, surprisingly sweet and gooey, and best of all:
SO MUCH MORE Karl Urban than I expected!
I can hardly wait for his upcoming movie, KARL URBAN PUTS HIS PENIS INSIDE OF KEVIN. That’s gonna be a must-see.