Squid Vs. Unicorn

Edwina is here, and I am a happy camper, except for the times I have to rip myself away from her to go work. I have new eyes towards everything in my life, and everyone has been so amazing to her (naturally, as she is amazing and my friends are wonderful). The only bad thing is the fact that my car is exploding. I described it to my dad, who diagnosed it as a clogged PCV valve, which is causing my engine to burn oil and evaporate it all over itself. This sucks. Oh well, Dick Donovan will fix it. I have faith.
I was initially worried about her being left to her own devices while I was at work, as she'll be here for 3 weeks, but, naturally, she's making friends and is very good at entertaining herself. Also, with the length of her stay, having time apart will be a benefit to both of us in the long run.
I have to stop writing now because Eric Carlson is fucking it up.
Bye!
Addendum: Dear Gertrudex2... Your life is worthless, as is life in general. May these moments of woe be engrained painfully into the depths of your shallow soul. Remember the anguish that is everyday, and pray that you will someday have the courage to bless our earth by cleansing away the wretched stain of life your life truly is.

xoxo
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EXCUSE ME, MR., my horoscope says you are wrong:
"the sublime can only be glimpsed by pressing through fear's boundary, beyond one's previous conceptions of the beautiful. That's a good theme for you to experiment with right now, Aries. According to my reading of the astrological omens, you're very close to making contact with splendor you'll remember all your life. (And I don't use the fancy word splendor lightly). You'll need a lot of playful courage to make the boundary-crossing. But I know you can do it if you keep heading in the direction of what's scarily meaningful."

I think that pretty much sums it up.
KtP


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Ummm. your faith and hope is inspired by the back of the City Pages? Case n Point. End that shit.

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I, however, prefer to think that I can find joy in a crappy scrap of paper I found in the bin. There's meaning in everything and I am on a mission to find it ALL. It's mine! My burning life force will overtake your gloomy cafe pirating.

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Isn't that cute. Life force and star maps and a gleaming sphere of epic bullshit. Its nice being happy isnt it... until you realize your smile is a frail mask and a continuously failing attempt to imagine that things are all right. You'll soon awake to a beatiful day. Birds will sing as they sit upon a golden rainbow unicorn. A smile will split your face in two and you'll finally understand. The .45 is in the closet. Fully Loaded. You stand upon the random so and so you woke up next to. He wakes up to the barrel of your salvation. You save his life by ending it. You then save yours.
:)

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Random so and so? I don't think so. I am the last bastion of true love. My heart is swollen with the unabated will to make someone else's life as beautiful as mine, and that so and so will be nothing but lucky to make the most meager contact with me and my untainted soul.
How is this going to end? I think we've reached an impasse. You're just too dark. Don't talk to me.

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You lie to yourself to postpone the inevitable.

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Oh right, dying alone in the woods, brambles in my hair. The return to nature. I forgot about that part.

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Suicide bomb. Mall of America.

peace.
I'm out.