Pee

I went for a nice pee in my bathroom just now. When I started the whiz, I noticed that I had the “fork” in the stream that happens sometimes, and that the second wang discharge was headed straight into the tub. I found this odd so I just went with it.

Short story, I just had to clean my bathroom.

Sleeping with a shirt on is a lot like falling asleep with a condom on. I only do it if I’m drunk.

When given time to think, you can come to an understanding of why you are fucked up.

Yesterday I saw an old girlfriend randomly on the street. This is the second time I’ve seen her just walking around. Seems odd that she is the only person I run into like this. It seems doubly odd because she is the only girlfriend that I think really understood me. She’s also the only ex I would ever date again. She got me. I didn’t have to explain everything or say more than a few words for her to understand me. I really loved her, and yesterday I realized a corner of my heart still bears her mark. I thought that the feelings I had after I saw her the first time on the street were just shock. I was wrong.

After her and I broke up, I started hanging out with another girl. This other woman got me too. I wish I didn’t start hanging out with her at that point in my life because, I realize now, we were a great match but I just went through something so heart rending that it made any other relationship aspects at that time moot. I had no choice in the matter. I was doomed to fuck it up. And I did. With every bit of the asshole that I can be, I fucked it up. I wasn’t mean to her, I just vanished because I was so scared. When I finally came out of the whole I had crawled in, I had ruined any chance I had with her. The second woman to ever really understand me.

Lucky me, I am still friends with girl two, and I plan on staying that way. She found a good man and I am very happy for her. Girl one, on the other hand, will make excuses so she won’t even get a cup of coffee for me. You see, I hurt her. I did it on purpose too. I said something about her that may or may not be correct, but I did it to wound because she hurt me so bad. This is the only regret I have in my life. Everything else I can deal with, but my wicked tongue has not only slashed one whom I loved, but continues to rip at me in memorium. I wish I could talk to her so I could apologize and, even if it fixed nothing, I would feel better in the long run.

Don’t let a wicked tongue create wounds you can not heal.

I hope that one day I will meet the third woman who understands me. Maybe even get a crack at the first two, but I don’t think that that is an option anymore. One can hope. One can dream.