FINALLY entering the pants

clarice123's picture

the blank expression that hides your face, the mask you show the world.
it's sad that you can't face the facts, you love another girl.

blahblahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blah. BLAH!!!

sometimes i feel like my whole life is one giant complaint. i'm demanding, because i know what i want. nothing's ever good enough, because i have tasted perfection.

i feel like all i do is bitch about my love life and how awful it is. but, there is so much in the world that is more important. i want to make a difference with my life (how cheesey, but true) i want to help people. it drives me through every single day.

arg.

p.s. the title: i took a page out of cynical1inthecorner's book. i pulled on these ancient jeans this morning, they were more than a little snug, and that was my exact thought after i had buttoned them.

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jeff's picture

Eh...

You don't worry about having a love life because people are starving in Africa that you can help? You may be able to accept such a wide rationalization, but I don't buy it. No connection between the two. Bono's married. He didn't have to pick one or the other.

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clarice123's picture

no, i just feel a lot of the

no, i just feel a lot of the time that i'm lucky to be complaining about my love life... does that make sense? i'm saying that my love life problems are so petty compared to what others go through in a day. I'm not saying that I don't worry about it because of starving Africans. I don't think I mentioned Africa at all... All I meant was that I am beyond lucky, and still I complain.