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06-01-2005, 12:18 PM
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G'd up from the feet up.
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It wasn't so much the smuggling that was so awful, but the fact that you kept the hat.
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Creeping around as I please nonchalantly like any other Supreme Emperor might.
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06-01-2005, 07:50 PM
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We've heard it, you left a floater in the bitches bathroom and scooped it out with your hat, then put it in the trunk of your car, and still didnt get any ass after trying to be discreet about your shitty shitterton.
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I am all in favor of a ruling class, especially since I rule.
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03-20-2006, 07:11 PM
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Almost there...
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Well everyone, it's finally happening. After 5 years I am going to be face to face with Nicole again. I will arrive in LA on friday the 24th. I've been in contact with her through e-mail and phone calls and we're both very excited.
I'd like to take this moment to thank Sir Gaz. Without him this would have never happened, and no matter what happens I am in his debt. If you ever want your salad tossed or anything just let me know and I'll get right on it. I'm not sure what I'm going to say or how I'll handle it, but at least now I can finally stop obsessing over this girl who has been on my mind for so long. This is important to me not only to see if what I felt was real or not, but also to close a chapter of my life that has been opened for far too long. |
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03-20-2006, 07:41 PM
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Spice Master
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Good luck dude! I hope it works out.
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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.
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03-24-2006, 12:33 PM
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Spice Master
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Upon further reading, weren't you supposed to meet up with her last July? What happened?
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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.
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04-07-2006, 06:52 PM
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Almost there...
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Mission accomplished. Sort of.
 I don't have time to go into much detail right now, but basically I spent two days with her and it was great, we clicked just like I remembered. The entire time spent with her I felt jubilated. I have to go to work right now though so I'll post more about this later. |
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02-10-2007, 05:42 PM
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Almost there...
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I should have told you this story a long time ago.
-Brian The weight It was the summer after his senior year that he felt it. It stirred insideof him, though he tried to ignore it. Some feelings are too strong though. This was one of those feelings. He was dating someone at the time but he couldn't stop thinking of another. He was drawn to her, and he thought maybe she felt something too. He didn't tell her though, he thought the feeling would pass. He thought that it was silly. He regrets his inaction to this very day. And then one day she left, Off to go become a big movie star. He didn't doubt she would become one either, he knew she could accomplish anything she put her mind to. He still knows that. At first he was ok, he had a lot of things to distract him, but it was a losing battle; you can only ignore an itch for so long before you break down and scratch it. This was an itch that couldn't be scratched though because he didn't know how to find her. He could have asked someone close to her, maybe, but he was prideful and doing so would have made him vulnerable. He was so afraid of being vulnerable. He still is. And so, time passed. Years, but she was always on his mind. "The one who got away," he would say, shaking his head at how cliche' it all was. He would dream of her at night. Most of the time they were strange and random dreams that she just happened to be in. He could recall one where he as asked her to be his girlfriend and she said yes but her father didn't approve. There was always a hurdle to jump over, another mountain to climb. The dreams became more frequent. He was worried he had become obsessed. He built her up so much in his mind that he questioned if this person even existed. Was she really as special as he made her up to be? The answer was always yes. Sometimes he would talk to his friends about it. They told him there are lots of other fish in the sea, that he missed his chance, he needed to move on. They were right, he knew. He was chasing a ghost. And so he lived his life. He dated girls, got jobs, went to school, and was happy, but there was also that piece of him she had taken when she left. He didn't feel complete, it was unfinished business. It started to annoy him because he hated not knowing. He hated wondering "what if?" all the time. If only he could see her once more he would see she got married or maybe forgot who he was... Anything, just so he could finally have closure. One night he was drinking, something he didn't do that often. He had met somebody and they were sharing girl stories. He told him all about the girl he was dating at the time and how special it all was. He told him how happy he was for him and not to ever let her go. The man agreed, and then asked him if he had any girl stories...So he told him about the one who got away. He was touched by the story, "It's not weird or creepy, man. You should tell her how you feel." But he couldn't. He told him how he was afraid she would think he was stalking her, that too much time had passed and it would just be weird now. The following night the man told him that he had found her! "I looked up the name you told me and I found her for you. Now you don't have an excuse not to contact her." He couldn't believe it. He had never felt more excited or nervous in his whole life. He e-mailed her. The days waiting for a response were almost intolerable. Did she get the letter? Did she remember who he was? Maybe she wasn't going to write back. Then her letter came. He felt jubilation as he read the words. They kept in touch the following months, but he always held back. He didn't know when to tell her, or if he ever would. How do you tell somebody something like this, he would wonder. He was just so happy to be talking to her again that he didn't want to do anything to ruin it. Soon they started talking on the phone and hearing her voice was incredible. She sounded grown up, but the same. Sometimes when talking to her he couldn't believe it was actually happening. It felt like one of his dreams.He learned a lot about her during their talks: What she was doing with her life, how she got to that point, and everything in between. Empowered by how well things were going he decided to visit her. It was over Spring break that he convinced his siblings to go with him. They would make a big trip out of it and go to Disney Land. He knew his real reason for wanting to go though. He sent the kids off for a day alone in Anaheim and waited in his hotel room for her to call. Even thinking about it now he still can't believe it actually happened. The phone rang. They met downstairs and hugged; he knew instantly that it was her; That incredible warmth was still there.The pair spent the day at Disney Land riding the rides, getting food and talking about life. He wasn't even nervous anymore because being around her just felt natural, she put him at ease. He hoped she felt the same. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel awkward. It truly is one of the most special memories he has. The whole day was magic, even down to the hilarious end when they forgot where she parked the car. The last day he was there he arranged for them to hang out one last time. She told him to meet her where she worked. It was great seeing where she spent a good portion of her time, a piece of her life before his eyes. The two ate at a restaurant downtown. It had been raining on their walk from the car and he was all wet but had never felt so warm before. Midway through the meal he started to feel anxious. He had come all this way, gone through so much to get to this point. He didn't have much time left and he hadn't told her anything. He cleared his throat and told her he had to get serious on her for a minute, but as he looked into her eyes he just couldn't do it. He couldn't put her on the spot like that. He didn't want to dump that kind of pressure onto her unsuspecting lap. Instead he told her she was a genuine person, and how much he admired that, but just like before he held back, and much like this story began she left without him telling her how he really felt. Now back in Oregon the weight has become too heavy bear. He's tired of holding this all in so the other night he made up his mind to finally tell her. He wanted to write it out though, he felt more confident writing than talking and this way he wouldn't leave anything out or forget something important. As he finishes with the story there are a few more things he wants to tell you. I know this is a lot to take in Nicole. If you get anything from this letter of mine I hope you find it flattering, because I really do hold you up very high, and I came to the conclusion that you deserve to know there is someone out there who thinks the world of you. You have an infectious personality that is just so warm and endearing it's impossible not to like you. Your sense of humor is equally great, I can't help but laugh and smile when I'm around you. I've never found someone who I click with so flawlessly, it's like my other half. And you're passionate about life, which is your most wonderful quality. It's inspiring, and I hope you never lose it. I don't know what the heck those guys in LA are waiting for. I was watching a movie the other night and a quote came on the screen that gave me the resolve to write this. The quote was "Follow your bliss," so that's what I'm doing. The response.... Hi Brian! This might very well be the best story I have ever read. And it is the nicest thing anyone has ever done, said, or written about me. I am sorry it has taken me so long to reply. I was definitely caught off guard, and I was just giving me some time to process everything. And you have been entirely vulnerable and honest with me, which I admire so much. So I am going to try my best here to do the same. That senior year after high school, I remember working with you, and having such a good time. And one day I remember looking at you and realizing that something had changed, that I felt different about you. It was the oddest thing. It just happened so subtly that I didn’t even notice until the change was there. The idea of someone going from friend to something more has always scared me a bit, on top of the fact that I was moving away. I was also trying to make my relationship with God more of a priority because most of my senior year I felt really far away from Him. And when I found out you had a girlfriend, that right there stopped me from entertaining any more thoughts on the subject. When you emailed me, I was so excited and surprised! I had lost contact with everyone from Ashland, and I had wondered what happened to you. Emailing you and talking to you was so fun and easy. And when I saw you over Spring Break, I will admit I was nervous that it would be awkward, but it wasn’t. You are so open and sincere and kind that it did put me right at ease. I am usually pretty good at feeling out whether or not a man is interested in me, but you and I were friends from high school, and so somehow in my mind, I thought that excluded us from ever having to go there. And I remember the dinner where you got serious on me for a minute, and that I was relieved at what you said, relieved because we would leave that time without any complications and we would still have this friendship. Somehow, I had hoped that we would be friends for years and years to come, that you would be someone that I could know my whole life, and stay in touch with. I told you all this just so you can know my heart and some of my thoughts. I never knew you thought of me for as long as you did. And in that time I changed a bit, as people do. As you did, I am sure. I changed careers, changed my priorities, made new and great friends, dated and toughened up in some ways and became softer in other ways. I am not sure if I am the person that can bring you the bliss you are chasing. Who knows where we would be if we would have been a little bolder that summer, but now, we are at different places. I am not able to give you what you are looking for. Thank you for your honesty with me. I would like us to be friends. You are a great man, and I have never once, thought differently. Whatever you decide, if you decide that a friendship is not what you want, I understand. 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