Without you, I'm as lonely as an abandoned dog on the side of a highway. I have gift anxiety, even through I don't know when your birthday is. We can spend perfect days shopping and cleaning together. I swear, I'll never make wisecracks when you scrape your tires against the curb while parallel parking. If you consent to live with me, I'll clean the toilet every week. I'll do it with my tongue if you ask. I will strike the words "hooters" and "love rockets" from my vocabulary. I'll love you. Even if your name is Mimi and you want me to pronounce it "May May". I will only pass gas underneath the covers and only under the direst of circumstances. Hell, I'll go on a low cholesterol diet. And I won't buy one of those red sports cars when I hit my mid-life crisis. Your parents can come visit us every week, even if your mom is a witch with a capital B. And your folks don't have to go to a retirement home because they can come live with us. I declare, I'll separate the whites from the colors and learn the mysteries of hot and cold water washes. I'll never huff and puff while waiting for you to put on my makeup. If you're a cat person, I'll never point out the fact that a dog can save your life from drowning, but a cat can't. I will happily go see chick flicks with you, like "Pride and Prejudice." I'll make a point to trying new food like okra gumbo. I won't curl my nose at vegetables whose awful taste is disguised by having cheese on it. I pledge to always say "yes" when you ask, "Is my hair looking okay tonight?" I'm gonna bring a whole new meaning to the word "cuddle." I'll be thoughtful enough to read your horoscope every day. I'm gonna save every birthday card you send me! And I'll actually write you real letters when we're apart. I'm never gonna expect you to know where I left my car keys, and I'll never leave my socks on the floor. With me, you'll find the cap is always on the toothpaste. I'll start wearing those bikini style underwear if you like. My belly button will always be lint free. I want to full-on kiss your clitoris. It will be the most passionate, intimate experience you've ever had. I declare now, I will give my life for you. And if you fail to come to me, I know some part of me will surely die. --Matthew (100 Girls)
I am 25 and enjoy or hate my life on any given day. I have a very easy low stress job that pays fine, but no nearly well enough. I am getting a slightly better job with more stress, normal hours and better insurance. I have 8 tattoos and I will get another this summer. Every year since I was 18 my mom and I went to the beach and got tattoos on her birthday. This will be the first year she doesn’t get one and only because she was diagnosed with lung liver and bone cancer in November. I drive a 2003 Accent because my LTC blew a tranny and it was the cheapest new car around. I need to ride a motorcycle or I may not live out the year. I fell off a ramp with my bike and then had to drive home for 5 hours, and while fixing it back up it blew up on me. I must either fix it, or buy a new one by august or prepare for the death of my spirit. I lose all sanity Fridays between 4pm and 8pm because I stay up for more than 24 hours in a row twice a week. I do it because it is the only time I can get any time to myself. I do it because my life demands it of me. I am late to work all the time now, and I hate it. I crave solitude, but am surrendering it for a new job. I have 4 holes in my ear and one in my nose. I have a cat that will eat almost anything, but prefers meximelts. My work uniform looks like I should be in a prep school. I have no degree, and little chance of getting one in the near future. You are tired of reading this. I have a very cool basement with a bar in it. My friends almost always hang out at my house, and we never seem to go out anymore. We all are in massive debt, with less income than expenses. My wife drives me insane at least 2 times a week with double standards or immaturity. I still love her. I miss my long hair and am addicted to tattoos. I want to grow facial hair like Paul Sr. I was sick through Jr & Sr. years of highschool, on missed most of those years. I terminate friendships every few years, I don't even have a way to contact anyone from more than 5 years ago. I drove round trip from W.T-ton to S.O.T.B. for no reason greater than that of getting fire works and spending too much time in a car with friends. I am not thrilled with relationships, but am married. I prefer to be alone but I have a wife and son. I gave up most things I held dearest to for the happiness of others simply because I have a low enough self image to know that what I really want doesn’t really matter. I think I got addicted to myspace in the span of just 7 days. I want to change everything on my page 5 times a day, but like how it looks too much to do it. I thirst for knowledge. I am usually sexually unfulfilled. I am not attractive, but that’s not why my picture is blurry. I could never be a metrosexual, or a scenester, or any type of person so easily classified. I confuse my self twice a day. I can sit in silence until the end of time. I prefer noise only when I sleep. I sleep alone or with my cat 5 days a week. My new bed is undeniably cool. I am done.
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