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so...this summer, i met a guy online. we chatted for awhile and he suggested we meet...i almost stood him up but decided to show up because it's really just rude to stand someone up and i wouldn't want anyone to do it to me. and i'm glad i didn't. because he turned out to be incredibly cool...and we've been dating since. so, all good, right? well, when we got together, he had just moved to dallas from idaho and he and his girlfriend in idaho had broken up with the provision that they would "see what happened" when she moved down here for work in October of 2007. he told me this, and i was fine with it. alot can happen in a year and a half. we figured either our relationship would run its course by then or if it hadn't, after a year she wouldn't really expect him to get back together with her. so she calls him last weekend to tell him that she's moving here in two weeks. and now he doesn't know what he wants to do...but he says that if she still wants to be with him, he feels obligated to get back with her because he told her they would "see what happened" but that they were just sort of on a break where they could see other people while they were apart. which is fine, and i understand, but it fucking sucks that i have this freaking sword of damocles named ann hanging over my head and it's going to make it hard for me to enjoy the next two weeks knowing that i might get broken up with by someone who's in love with me and who i love, or i might find myself in a serious relationship with someone who is living with his ex-girlfriend. sorry, just needed to vent. i'm a little pissy about the whole situation. Current Mood: anxious Current Music: rammstein-te quiero puta
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THINGS HAGRID THE HALF-GIANT WOULD SAY IF HE SERVED JESUS INSTEAD OF HARRY POTTER.
BY HART SEELY
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"Blimey, jeez, it's be gettin' ter lunchtime, an' I could eat meself the back end of a Phil'stine. How 'bout doublin' up a quick pile o' loaves?"
"Budge up, yeh money-changin' lumps! This 'ere boy weren't meant ter be a blinkin' Muggle! Fer gawd sake, he's King o' the Jews!"
"Codswallop! All 'm sayin'‚ boy, is tha' yeh gots ta be eyeballin' tha' Judas bloke. When a disciple goes o'er to the dark side, they's nothin' tha' matters to 'em anymore!"
"Speakin' of cups runnethin' over, laddie, mine's be gettin' a mite dry. How 'bout changin' this 'ere water into somethin' a bit more, well, frisky?"
"Lilies o' the field? What lilies? The way yeh jabber on, yeh all mus' be pullin' straight A's in Professor Dumbledore's Exposit'ry Metaphors and Parables class!"
"Why, if a fellow wanted ta get away clean, Peter-me-lad, all they'd have ter do would be ta deny they ever even knowed Jesus. Uh-oh. I shouldn't eh told yeh that."
"Ah, go boil yer spleen, Pilate! Yeh stink-handed prune! Yeh've done me savior wrong, an' now yeh've gots ter pay!"
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