Yeah I know.

Zoomie asked me if i thought he was right. I told him that he was...

Ditto. It sounds to me as if she's pretty much done with the relationship as well, and just doesn't want to be the one to pull the trigger. Time to move on, man.

Rock on my red headed brethren.

You deserve better. Leave her, get tested, and move on. Cut contact. You'll care about her for a while, but that'll eventually go away.

Dude. After 3-4 years of being with you know who, I think there was a point where I kinda knew that it was over, but I hung on for another 4 motherfucking years because I was scared to end it. Don't do what I did. It might very well be the hardest thing you've ever done in your life but do it. You'll be happy in the end.

Dude, what the fuck? You'd still care about her?

Fuck that shit man, she doesn't care about you very much. At least, not enough to stop fucking around on you. Open your eyes man!

Look, here's how you can end it and clear your conscience of "caring" for her. Make a "confession" to her that you had a one night stand with some friend of a friend when the relationship was no longer an open one. I'm sure she'll have NO problem ending your relationship right then and there.

Your life is going great so stop caring about some female who's nothing more at this point than a psychic vampire. Start looking out for yourself. Open your eyes man, this woman doesn't care about you.

Move on and find someone who gives a shit about your well being or God help me, I swear I'll go get Emp and Balor and we'll come up there and give you some nasty motherfucking pink belly.

(edit: I just wanted to say the italics and capitals are just meant to add a little emotion and not meant to be extra dicky.)

What he said.

You could take the 200 you made flashing a stranger to the self-respect store...

Easy for you to say when you had $200 and self respect.

HAD ....
Nice ...

Dude. After 3-4 years of being with you know who, I think there was a point where I kinda knew that it was over, but I hung on for another 4 motherfucking years because I was scared to end it. Don't do what I did. It might very well be the hardest thing you've ever done in your life but do it. You'll be happy in the end.

Sometimes Brook says shit that really, REALLY actually makes sense. Good job, Brook.

pink belly pink belly!

pink belly pink belly!

!!

Sometimes Brook says shit that really, REALLY actually makes sense. Good job, Brook.

thanks. now lick my twat.

[cue Dave saying he plans to, and said plans never happening]

Sometimes you have to say, "What the fuck" and make your move.

[cue Dave saying he plans to, and said plans never happening]

W3rd ...

I never said I wouldn't, however, I have to dry hump her clothed ass first ...

Now, which is priority here; I need a direction to do in ...

cap-- fuck that bitch, and i don't mean literally. she doesn't deserve your energy wasted on still caring for her. care for what you had together, maybe grieve the loss of that relationship for a short time, then remember she's an unfaithful tramp (harsh words about someone you love/once loved, but tell me she's not?), and never look back.

in my opinion, anything less than a great relationship with mutual respect is not worth having. seeing as you've already tried the whole 'working on it' thing, i'd say it only makes sense to cut your losses now, and remember that everybody hurts...

...sometimes.

GODDAMN! MICHAEL STIPE REALLY SAID IT THERE, DIDN'T HE?!

"I have a question - is that you in the corner? That way, in the corner!"

"That's me in the corner, yeah."

"Frrreaky!"

oh, i originally clicked this thread to post about the great hotel sex i just had yesterday and last night, and forgot all about posting it when i read cap's update.

so yesterday...

geographic location: portsmouth, new hampshire
spot: a hotel
events: whoa. i started typing out a full-on transcript of what happened and then realized i was really turned on thinking about it...  i just played with my vibrator until i came like my life depended on it, and then backspaced over the entire thing. too naughty and private to share. whoops.

man - kick that bitch to the curb. You got yourself a good job, a good place and a sweet ride. Life is good. Getting rid of your lying cheating whore will only make it better. You don't owe her anything except a smile and a wave in your rear-view mirror.

events: whoa. i started typing out a full-on transcript of what happened and then realized i was really turned on thinking about it...  i just played with my vibrator until i came like my life depended on it, and then backspaced over the entire thing. too naughty and private to share. whoops.

Then why the fuck even bring it up?!

Cuz she's quite the tease.

oh............. Well that settles it then.. Carry on!

Dude, what the fuck? You'd still care about her?

i'm going to butt in here ~

After 4 years, that person is not only someone YOU love, that YOU were faithful to ~

they're also your best friend on God's green earth.  They know you, inside and out, 'cuz you loved them enough to open yourself completely to them.

You don't just kick that that, nor the hurt of the betrayal, to the curb, and "get on with your life."

A)  You'll NEVER "get over" it;

B)  You'll never stop wEndering;

and C)  You'll feel so frickin' lonesome, sometimes, that even bad love will seem sort of okay...

Life sux.  Then, you die.

OR

You can enjoy every moment of it ~ what it IS, right NOW, giving thanks, even when it's over, that for at least, for a season, it WAS...

oh, i originally clicked this thread to post about the great hotel sex i just had yesterday and last night, and forgot all about posting it when i read cap's update.

so yesterday...

geographic location: portsmouth, new hampshire
spot: a hotel
events: whoa. i started typing out a full-on transcript of what happened and then realized i was really turned on thinking about it...  i just played with my vibrator until i came like my life depended on it, and then backspaced over the entire thing. too naughty and private to share. whoops.

Aw, hell, girlfriend!  You DID, at the very LEAST, save a copy for yourself?

(The Big Fat Liar Types, So It Must Be True <~ all said in a monotone so you get the ambiance)

i used to write porn, but i could only do STORIES, as opposed to NOVELS, 'cuz i got too hot and bothered!  rofl

Save 'em for when you're "old and dried up" ~ you'll be AMAZED at just how "moist" you can get, even though you're old!

Okay, i see why you have to hate me...

<~  STFU'ing, yet again...

I don't think I'll ever be old and dried up.  I will first be a milf and then a cougar, but never dried up.
Oh and Hip's a liar, unless proven otherwise.

oh, i originally clicked this thread to post about the great hotel sex i just had yesterday and last night, and forgot all about posting it when i read cap's update.

so yesterday...

geographic location: portsmouth, new hampshire
spot: a hotel
events: whoa. i started typing out a full-on transcript of what happened and then realized i was really turned on thinking about it...  i just played with my vibrator until i came like my life depended on it, and then backspaced over the entire thing. too naughty and private to share. whoops.

Cute, just like Old Kuntz Retirement Home.

Inspiration for Libertine:

No Hard Feelings - Bloodhound Gang

Dude, what the fuck? You'd still care about her?

i'm going to butt in here ~

After 4 years, that person is not only someone YOU love, that YOU were faithful to ~

they're also your best friend on God's green earth.  They know you, inside and out, 'cuz you loved them enough to open yourself completely to them.

You don't just kick that that, nor the hurt of the betrayal, to the curb, and "get on with your life."

A)  You'll NEVER "get over" it;

B)  You'll never stop wEndering;

and C)  You'll feel so frickin' lonesome, sometimes, that even bad love will seem sort of okay...

Life sux.  Then, you die.

OR

You can enjoy every moment of it ~ what it IS, right NOW, giving thanks, even when it's over, that for at least, for a season, it WAS...

Chad, I'd like to remind you that you're not a chick. Nor a batshit crazy one, at that.

Seconded.

I'd like to add that you're free to care about her in the way that you'd feel bad if she got run over by a train or something, but you're absolutely not allowed to care about her in the way that would make you take late night phone calls from her where you listen to her prattle on about her shitty life.