....the honeymoon is over. It's fine. I'm a grown up. I can take it. Just when I thought we had an understanding, I discover that I may have been wrong about you. You said things that inspired me. You made me feel like a better person. I wanted to help you. You moved me. I believed the things that you said, only now for me to realize the ugly probabilty that you just said them because you knew what I would do if I heard them. You counted on the vulnerability of human nature and you won. I did what you wanted me to, but I thought it was different. I've tried to be diplomatic as you figure out the way things really are in the world. I can't imagine how hard it is to be you, and I certainly don't expect you to take everything in perfect stride. I've cut you some slack as you figure out what you think it best. I'm not saying that I want this to be over forever. I just need a little space right now. Some time to reflect. I'm sure I'll get over it. Afterall, my feelings are only based on the way I've hypothetically played the scenario out in my head a million times. I'm sure I'll be back. I'm not giving up on you completely. Who knows...you may even prove me wrong. In the meantime, while I sort things out, please ask your people to remove me from your e-mailing list. I gave you 25 bucks over a year ago. Get over it.
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So I'm gonna guess: Obama, an amatuer porn site, March of Dimes, a bum or last but not least my mom.
Ha! I have donated to March of Dimes, but have not paid into an amatuer porn site or your mom. I guess those two are one in the same these days anyway, eh?
Beautiful blog. It has a haunting pace, and it seems very therapeutic.
I was thinking Obama or MoD also but then I remembered, Obama and His peeps write me daily and i didn't give them anything. I need to do some serious unsubscribing!
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