She was supposed to have moved in yesterday. We were supposed to be together, today & forever.

Instead, the girl I came to PA over is moving in on Wednesday with her girlfriend.

I'm listening to Jeff Buckley a lot & feeling like shit. Maybe I'll finish the other half of that $50 bottle of scotch.

I miss her. A lot. And Jeff's music isn't helping. Neither is Jeff himself; I wish he'd leave me alone & go back to bother Kim.

I'm rambling on a public board. Far out. And for my final act of server space wasteage...

"This is our last goodbye
 I hate to feel the love between us die
 But it's over
 Just hear this and then I'll go
 You gave me more to live for
 More than you'll ever know

 This is our last embrace
 Must I dream and always see your face
 Why can't we overcome this wall
 Well, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all

 Kiss me, please kiss me
 But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
 You know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
 I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye

 Did you say "no, this can't happen to me,"
 And did you rush to the phone to call
 Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
 Saying maybe you didn't know him at all
 You didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know

 Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
 Burning clues into this heart of mine
 Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
 Offer signs that it's over... it's over"
          --"Last Goodbye," Jeff Buckley
 

It'll probably be good to spend the night alone with the Scotch. Just hide the car keys and any and all sharp instruments. Spend the time alone to reflect and face the depressing thoughts head-on. In the morning, things will hopefully look better. Try and remember, though, that things will get better.

Also try and remember that you're in good company here.
 

But no offense, your personal love history shouldn't be made public like this...

Just like our old Chinese saying:
"Family shame should be kept inside the household."
 

I feel like shit. Other people have felt like shit for similar reasons. Right now, I am ALONE. At the one point when I REALLY NEED PEOPLE NEAR ME...there is NO ONE.

I consider most of the people here to be various stages of friends & acquaintances...even Omega. This is what people do.

As a muse, I do so much for mundanes. The least the mundanes could do is give back once in a while. (Not to say you're all mundanes...you're not. But...never mind. Yeah. Werd.)
 

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I feel sorry for you man...
But no offense, your personal love history shouldn't be made public like this...

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Idiot.

If Shik came on line and talked about how many times he made his girlfriend come, or about what positions they liked to have sex in, what toys they liked to use and where, or whatnot, you might have a valid arguement, since, I mean, who really wants to know details like that ... ?

But this is quite clearly different. What's the matter? Don't you have any friends who just talk?

I'm with Siggy, Shik. Hide the keys, get plastered.

...And make sure you know where the aspirin is in the morning.
 

I've allowed bits of my love life to spill onto these forums, and it's caused no harm other than to make people think that I actually use some of the pickup lines I claim to use. Or vice versa. And truth be told, I feel reasonably comfortable in coming here and complaining about some of the raw deals life has dealt me recently. I haven't done so yet because I don't the therapeutic benefits in my cases would be that great.

And if you do decide to go away and pour your troubles into a glass, my friend gave me some advice for avoiding terrible hangovers: drink lots of water. Hangovers occur as a result of dehydration, so drinking water help you when the morning comes. Of course, he is a physicist and not a chemist or biologist, so he may be wrong. Or he may have been pulling my leg.
 

I didn't drink. I watched "Blade Runner"...slept...cried...listened to Jeff really loudly. Watched "Samurai Jack." (GREAT show! WOW!) Unfortunately, my server's been down all day--the one day I really needed my blog & it's inaccessible.

Things'll get a little better on Wednesday when Rykja & Jenova move in. Being with the girls will help a lot.
 

I have yet to meet someone who drinks who doesn't know this Sieggy. As advice, it's roughly on the same level as saying "car accidents happen when your car hits something that it's not suppossed to. So, as advice, try to move the stearing wheel so that you don't hit anything."

Hangovers are also partly due to the toxins that come from your body trying to break down the alcohol. Taking some vitamin C (orange or something), before you go to sleep often helps.

I'm slightly confused by the "you're not ALL mundanes" thing Shik, but it's probably jealousy over you getting to see Samurai Jack. Bastard.

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Then again, I usually don't get hangovers.
 

You do know that not eating leads you to getting drunk quicker, don't you?
 

However, in the midst of the societal propaganda drive, the Drinking Dehydrates You got bumped in favor of the USA Rulz Yo' Mama pamphlet on incestuous relationships and how they benefit society. So, as you can see, we just didn't get that one pamphlet.
 

As for "what was she like"...how do you mean?
 

"As a muse, I do so much for mundanes. The least the mundanes could do is give back once in a while."

I don't actually know what this blather means, but it sounds arrogantly insulting, for some reason...

"Spend the time alone to reflect and face the depressing thoughts head-on. In the morning, things will hopefully look better."

Ha!
 

re: Wes' question: Heather is...well...she's smart, funny, sarcastic, beautiful, witty, intelligent, headstrong,. She's also scared, self-hating, stubborn, closed-minded to some things, judgmental, occasionally plastic....but no one is ever "all good." She's also very special...& very powerful...but she doesn't realize it. Or rather, she DOES realize it subconsciously & doesn't want to admit it to herself. She's..wandering..right now. And it hurts to think I can help her like I want to, like I should be.

There's another small page to the drama now as well...but...yeah. I have a page of pictures of her on my site...mostly older ones.(and none of the ones that you're thinking of; I'd never give those out) Newer ones are...hard to come b now, you understand.
 

Well, "Non-telepaths" is a non offensive replacement for "mundanes", but that just causes the crazyness to get weirder and crazy. Unless the Vorlons have actually fiddled with your genetic code.

Tim is attempting the "longest period of bitterness towards all women" record here. Good luck. I've got a friend who's on 8 years already, and he's only 19.
 

*ends woeful attempt to cheer Shik up*
 

"Jesus! Lucky escape. Few more pounds and you're dating Rosie O'Donnell. . ."

You can always rely on Lee to be tactful. Of course, Lee does occsionally look like the phrase from Parklife that goes "Gut Lord Marching" was written for him. And he's ginger. And he sounds like a gay wildlife-show narrator. And he's got a head like Worf.

But we love him anyway.

I should probably change the picture of my profile, shouldn't I?
 

*pat on the back*

There, there.
 

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When my last girlfriend broke up with me I felt pretty wasted, and walked through a glass door, and fell off the deck. It was nearly 5 months ago, and I still think about her sometimes.

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What, like with each new bout of reconstructive surgery?

Liam: I'm thinner now. And I'm having sex with a woman. And you're not. 8)
 

THAT was the only good thing in "Spock's Brain."

"Givers of pain and delight."

Truer words were never spoken.
 

"Tim is attempting the 'longest period of bitterness towards all women' record here."

*looks around to see if there's another Tim somewhere* Me? What? I don't get it...
 

"I'm thinner now. And I'm having sex with a woman. And you're not. 8)"

Canaries don't count.
 

Shik, I really don't know what to say to try to help you out. My experience at ending my relationship with my girlfriend was distorted to say the least. Just remember that there will be better days, and try to remember to not let this affect future relations with women.
 

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Hang on!