Needing proof...

If u love me. If u really love me, you will find a way to prove it to me. I won't tell u how, I won't even guess at it. I don't want things and I don't want u doing what u don't want, but I want u to prove it to me. Prove me wrong.

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Arranged, Wow what a friend...

So she goes out of the way to take a picture of this guy I like.

This is a guy I don't know, but we looked into each others eyes and something sparked.

We kept stealing glances at each other, but we were both too shy to even talk about each other, much less TO each other.

Then my friend, my darling friend, seeing our predicament, grabs a pen and paper and pretends to be a JOURNALIST and find out everything about him possible.

Mr Horowitz is finishing up a computer engineering degree, single and an orthodox Jew. He is 6'2" with blue eyes and a shy smile.

I love friends =o)

=) I don't even know what to say right now


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I don't want Poison Apples....

I should like very much to be spared the poison apple that is Love. What small taste I've had of it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

After several attempts throughout the years to read Wuthering Heights, I am finally making myself finish it. And I both love it and hate it at the same time. I cannot get through the pages without drawing parallels to my own life. I am passionate enough that I would do exactly the same things. I am selfish enough that I would make the same mistakes. And I am coward enough that I would likewise seal my own fate in death. How miserable am I? miserable enough for having had my own Heathcliff.

And we loved passionately. And we tore each other apart. And we exacted revenge and inflicted even worse damage on ourselves. And yet I'm still standing. Sad, bitter, and scared of ever putting myself in that position again, but I'm still standing, and that in itself is a big accomplishment. I suppose...


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The hardest thing I've ever done...

I get home from work and turn on the tube. They are running a Deadliest Catch marathon. And it happens to be EXACTLY on the episode when Phil Harris dies and they bury him.

That in itself is sad, but last time I saw this episode, when they ran in on it's original air date I was upset. The person who comforted me was Herb. And in early Feb Herb died.

I'm trying not to break down and cry, but it's so dang hard. Who is going to comfort me now when I am sad and upset about Herb's death? Life is the hardest thing I've ever done.


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Laughing moons and getting old

So I got out pretty late and one of my co-workers was supposed to get picked up by her irresponsible sister. As expected, being an irresponsible sister, she didn't show and turns out was on her way to Anaheim instead of Compton and couldn't find her way back. Being the kick ass kind of person I am, I told my co-worker to send said sister back home and I would drop her off. The ride was pleasant and we shared our frustrations and I dropped her off safe and sound in maybe 20 mins, easy peasy.

Then I had to make my way home. Luckily, my coworker lives only 15 mins or so from my house, pretty close to major cross streets (Atlantic/Rosecrans.) Normally, this wouldn't b a problem, but it's 11pm and I forgot that I couldn't find my glasses before work. So the I was. Alone. Late. And I couldn't for the life of me make out any stupid roadsigns.

Now before you go all 911 on me, I have to point out that I'm not THAT blind. I wasn't going to accidentally go off-roading or hitting cars, but lights all look fuzzy and I can't read street names until I am close enough to pass them.

The only think my unfortunate eyes could make out was the sliver of moon, the small crescent that looks like the lopsided Cheshire Cat grin.

So there I was. Cold, lost, alone...and being mocked by the moon. Stupid moon. What do u know?

Enough to laugh at me for being a dork for forgetting my glasses is my guess. First thing imma do when i get into my room is look for those stupid specs. I hadn't realized how dependent I was on them. I hate getting old.

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Happiness (after North&South)

You know that feel good feeling? When you ur head is all full and you feel like you are brimming on the inside that you might slosh over with happiness, like some sort of liquid that might start to leak at any moment?

That's how I feel right now. No, nothing amazing has happened in my life, in fact, quite the opposite. Whole lotta same ol same ol. But when I read a good book that really gets me emotionally invested, where I'm biting my nails, sighing and clenching my teeth to find out what happens, and then it has a happy ending...that's when I get this feeling.

I like to think that I'm not cynical, but realistically, I am. I'm pretty jaded sometimes and disappointed, but knowing that good stuff can happen and people can get happy. That they can get everything they want, even if it is in fiction, makes my heart a little lighter.

It won't last, I can already feel the cloud lifting and the seratonin clearing. Like any other drug, happiness is a much craved high that last a very short time and I'm like a fiend looking for another hit, just one more time of escape and contentment.

It's a good thing I don't do drugs, I'm just saying.

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Food...yum

In was just thinking how the other day I had the strongest taste of garlic bread in my mouth. I was at work being a crazy busy bee, and out of nowhere...BAM! Taste explosion!

I could feel the heat and bursts of garlic salt and butter along my tongue. It was so real and tangible. I smelled it when I shut my mouth and inhaled.

Left me craving Garlic Bread for DAYS.


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