what wasz i doing

Ok so i fergot...forgot...i dont remember....

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drunk at amber

It is so amny things....it never is one songle action that changes the world....its not gthe facebook post, its not the 2 min chat, its not the glance that hits u deep in ur soul...n so on n so much more...its all about everything from front to back...beging to end...

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I figured out the answer to the greatest question of them
all...cuz fact is how do u really know...especially when its new, endorphins are raging everything is new and exciting and wonderful, uve met some one attractive and better yet they r attracted to u....and if ur like me u fall hard and fast....n u wonder if this is real love ur feelin or just ur hopless ramanticism creating love from a mutual attraction...how do u know.....i got an idea...

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i figured out how u know ur in love

U know ur love is real true love when u dont know what u need until the person ur in love with is there handing it to u.

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So I wait, in trepidation…

I keep forgetting it’s the Asshole that wins the girl…it’s the nice guy that’s there for you when you need him that gets shit on….the Asshole that plays the games keeps her stringing along….the nice guy who is too honest for those childish ways losses her interest…

I need to learn how to be an Asshole, maybe I should hang out in the marina and take lessons…cuz someday I am going to meet a girl I don’t want to lose, and she is going to need me to treat her like shit…is that really true?

I am a hopeless romantic…I enjoy being in love, I enjoy the process of it all, the buying flowers, going on dates, teasing back and forth…but I have put my heart out there so many times just to have it fucked over, used, and misunderstood, that I can no longer trust Love, I can no longer just fall in love as hard and fast as I once did…My heart hides deep underneath layers of scar tissue built up from years of heart break….

I am afraid of doing all the wrong things, of being too nice, of being too easy, wondering if it’s just the Love she’s interested in and not in who I am…and my heart will not go out on a limb to find out…I am a Zombie, again…

(pause, breath)

I am a Zombie…but like the frog waiting to be kissed by its princess, Inside the Zombie is Loves Greatest Champion…and when that moment comes….

Behold, Loves Greatest Champion! As such I must hold truth that this nice guy will find his girl, that this Man will find his Women….that someone will understand my heart and know how delicate it is, how wonderful it is and how lucky she is my Soul let her see it…to know I am a Man and that no Asshole has the gallantry, integrity, or passion to overcome any challenge as I can with her Love as my strength…

Cee Lo- I Want You

first time

Its always hurts the first time

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no more naps, i need a nice long restful sleep....

How wrong was I….it has come to my attention that I have picked up more of my fathers arrogance then I had hoped to….now I have to learn how to recognize my pridefulness and learn to have more humility….at least in my social life that is….its the role of my eyes when I think someone is being dumb that I need to control….its all instinct, I never think about it, but it happens…and lately happens more than I like it too…it could be because I’ve been baby-sitting the last couple weeks…its a bit ironic since I look forward to being a father someday and yet now I am very irritated by the immaturity of my house guest…but I think the main problem is that I am not ready to invest any part of myself into any kind of relationship, weather a helping sincere friendship, a shallow lustful fling, or a true romance….my soul and heart are not fully healed and ready….truly I’ve never felt so little towards the opposite sex then I have these days….and as much as I don’t want to be alone, being with someone is not possible either….i have to remind myself its only been three months since I last was with my ex ….and yes it was a BAD idea to continue sleeping with my ex in this situation, sometimes it can happen, this was not one of those times, sometimes you can be friends with your ex, this was not one of those either….it cant happen if you both are relationship happy and well matched, so we dragged it on and on, it's like wanting to take a a five minute break when your exhausted, but you dont want to fall asleep cuz its just not the right time, but you get in bed and rest your eyes, telling yourself you wont nap, you just need to rest five minutes...then your all warm and comfy and your head starts to feel heavy, and before you know it you lost control and fell asleep, thats us, we liked to be with each other but always ended up falling asleep despite wanting to just cuddle….and now i feel bad for thinkin about her, wanting those good feelings again...secretly hoping for another drunkin booty call, a chance to try to be friends again, even wondering if we can date again, these stupid thoughts in my mind, i feel so fucking dumb for letting them back into my life, for not being able to forget her....but yes its only been just over three months, not very long...so its ok for me to miss her….its ok for me to not be ready yet….at least I got that rebound shit out of the way…went wild and had some fun….but that is definitely over now….now I need to move on forward some more, try to realize what I am becoming….i am trying to become the man my future needs me to be….

its not easy being green....almost forgot i was green for a minute....or am i blue?

So I am watchin southpark, farting, and checking out cookie monster videos on youtube...Sesame street turns forty today...i have nothing to write today....its nice to know things...to know what you dont want leads you to what you do want....i wonder what its like for those people that keep changin their minds....wanting this today and that tomorrow, how will you ever be happy...and on a side note i was reminded recently of why i love san francisco and am sooo fucking happy i dont live in sacramento anymore....it's really awesome to live in a city of learned, open minded, progressive people unafraid of growth and change...a culture of individuality even though its very group orientated here but thats because we are our family....this is a tough city to survive in but very well worth it....anyway, i've been busy lately....MUNT, my band, is tuns of fucking fun and soon to be in a club near you....and ideas are abound for my future....tomorrow is another day of work, fun, work, and play.....its nice to be single and not looking....concentrating on the advancement of myself.....i do wish things could be different but i am realizing how truly special the woman i next spend my time with has to be......i dont know....i found peace within myself, trying to have the courage to do whats right despite what feels good, and am drinking lots of coffee for that drive to accomplish my goals....i stopped being who i am when all those things changed....now i am trying to get back to who i was....tryin to avoid being a zombie....trying to be something better...

trying to understand my life....

9 In order to know what is changin or not changin you have to know what things were like before - Before the butterfly, love was a feeling i didn't fully know I didn't explore it, enjoy it, was not familiar with it, I wasn't ready for it - There is a huge difference between knowing true love and everything else - and if you dont get that then you don't understand anything i feel - and i didnt understand or know these feelings before either - I did once feel an intense true connection years ago - and as a result i felt heartbreak that changed my life - and every relationship since faced the consequence of that heartbreak - as time went by and all the women i've met none of them made me feel like i did with her - I changed, my heart broken and cold, my soul passionless, my mind hungry for affection - i became like a zombie aimlessly wondering for affection of any kind - i had forgotten what love felt like and decided it was youthful exaggeration of old fond memories - i doubted my memories of how i felt - but then things changed again for me - i looked into someones eyes and my heart got awakened then it was warmed and thawed and stolen by a chrysalis - i received these beautiful emails and cards full of wonderful words, passion, and love...i felt cared for and thought of and my passion came back and my mind became focused, the way she looked at me brought back all those memories of true love except even better - she cured me of my zombie way of life trying anything out exploring any possibility - i was no longer a zombie --- but i no longer am like the person i was becoming then either --- that chrysalis is now a butterfly --- but did i return to the zombie i became the first time my heart was broken -