Well, Unitarians anyway.
Maybe I should convert to Christianity and start praying with these Unitarians.
I mean “pray” in the Shakespearian sense, of course.
Ya don’t even need to convert to Christianity - they’re pretty open-minded that way.
The first part would not be necessary, I assure you.
ETA: Beat me to it, Tom.
Drown your sorrows in a milk bar?
what if we pretend your ex is a horcrux - so you must therefore destroy her? Well, but wait - she ripped apart your heart - did she rip a bit of your soul too? Because then you want to stay away from her and wish her only well so your soul can survive for your revenge.
I’m silly, I know.
It does get better - you’ll survive. And not all pussies are bad things. The emo thing reminds me too much of elmo - and that just gives me images of red furry things yelling “tickle me!”
Enjoy the ride. The bumps along the way are cool. And if you are with the right partner, the bumps make her boobs bounce.
I’m not sure what’s nerdier: My hosting a Harry Potter server or your making this comment. :smack:
Nerdy? I beg to differ - we are both the hawtness. 
Actually, it was my bf’s offhanded use of the word “muggles” in his OKC profile that first got my attention. Hence why I told him I wanted to “check him out like a Harry Potter novel.” Course - he pointed out that books can only be checked out for 3 weeks and he was looking for something a bit more, y’know, long term. 
Anyway, I made the horcrux comment so you wouldn’t feel so ‘nerdy’ and alone. 
Well, you’re right, I certainly am hawt.
As it turns out, while I enjoy the Harry Potter series, I have serious beefs with it and I’m not a megafan by any standards. It just so happened that there was some seriously awesome role play going on on this server and I wound up taking over the hosting/DMing responsibilities when the old host couldn’t anymore.
Thanks for the thought, but I’m pretty confident that just about everyone on this message board is a nerd. :rolleyes:
I wouldn’t say I’m a mega-fan either - just that the word “muggles” gave my bf immediate geek cred - if he knew what a muggle was, he was on a good track with me.
Well, you are that kind of girl.
Lol -
I ain’t the woman in red, I ain’t the girl next door
But if somewhere in the middle’s what you’re lookin’ for
I’m that kind of girl, yes I’m that kind of girl
(lyrics thanks to Patty Loveless).
I just got bel-air’d!
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
Ah, Hay-ul no!
Guillaume Apollinaire had similar problems:
[SPOILER]Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine
Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure
Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l’onde si lasse
Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure
L’amour s’en va comme cette eau courante
L’amour s’en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l’Espérance est violente
Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure
Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure [/SPOILER]
My “girl” just came over after a night of binge drinking last night. In fact her friend I never spoke to was texting me on her phone saying she is afraid for her. Her friend had taken her phone because she texted me a whole sentence with only one actual word in it, which was “duck”… So she comes over, tells me she just stopped by because she wanted me to know she is alive, is a total douche to me, and starts crying for no reason. It gets better though, in her nostril is fucking coke. Yup, she’s so far gone she comes over with cocaine still smeared in her nostril.
Besides back away slowly, what the fuck should I do?
The answer is obvious: Write an Offspring song about it.
First is always the hardest, particularly in this case where it appears you were whipped so bad the cream actually liquefied.
Long story short, you’ll never forget her, time heals all wounds, and just remember that you’ll forget the crap and only remember the good stuff.
You should write down the crap now while it’s still fresh in your mind.
Dio–who knew you were such a romantic? 
In essentials, Dio is right, even if he does think of the fairer sex in such terms. You’re young. IMO, your best strength is your perspective on your ex and the now defunct relationship. Get off the computer and go meet some Ginnys, Hermiones and Lavendars. I have no doubt you will. (and the woman who leaves her kid for a 17 year old is NOT someone you want to spend time with longterm. Longterm meaning more than a year of your life. You’re lucky you got THAT out of the way so early.)