I cannot deny the magical chemistry between us and the intensity of meeting your gaze. You are kind, generous, intelligent, physically perfect and steady. Your presence allows me to look forward to the next day and time hastely flies when you are near. Such energy rarely occur and can only reflect an ethereal bond. I hope for your happiness and to feel such satisfaction for someone that deserves you. —From a Distance

This article appears in May 26 – Jun 1, 2011.

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  2. I SURE HOPE THAT IT IS THAT BOY ON THE BUS WRITING THIS FOR ME.

    Yesterday we sat together and our thighs touched.

    ^_^

    hahaha.

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  4. Oh brengasmatron195, I had an IN on Friday re: talking to the boy, but NO, I wimped out. There was tons of eye contact and a common, but different product being bought of which I could’ve been all “oh I haven’t tried that flavour, what’s it like?” which would’ve led to witty PK banter, but NO. I SAID NOTHING. He was even RIGHT behind me in the line up. FFS.

    So forgive me and my sad sad wimpy ass for taking delight in the insignificant things 🙁

    LOL

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  6. We’re just so awesome in every other aspect of life and things that the big guy HAD to make us inept in SOMETHING.

    hahaha.

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  9. The first two images are cute (even though I’m only generally shy when it comes to matters of the heart *blush*), but the last one is just creepy. Not scary, just… creepy. Like… gives me the willies like a child molester would creepy.

    *shudder*

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  10. PK, if I’m ever the driver on that bus and you’re not chatting up that boy (not that I know what he looks like), I will have no choice but to sit there and stare in the mirror with my mouth agape. And shake my head. There’s not a lot a guy can do from the driver’s seat you know.

    But seriously, you’ll have other chances, don’t fret, and don’t do your impression of me during a job interview again with this boy, got it?

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  11. Don’t worry, if you’re ever driving that bus I’ll point him out. Then you can tell him he can’t get on the bus until he asks me out! 😛

    See! There’s lots you can do from the driver’s seat! heehee!

    I almost feel like life would be a whole lot easier if I could pull the whole jr high thing and have a friend hand him a note that says “do you like PK?” with a check box for “yes” and one for “no.”

    LOLLERCOASTER!

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  14. And a third PK, so you can share with busboy and you’ll have living in a bag in common.

    nananananananananananana busboy!

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  15. My best friend and her husband had this conversation once about fucking someone that was so ugly they’d have to put a paper bag over their head, but then they’d have to put a paper bag over their head too in case the paper bag on the other person’s head fell off because then they’d be all “AHHHH” so the two paper bags was a good contingency plan.

    🙂

    I don’t know what it is about bus boy, guys. He’s TOTALLY not my type (at least physically)… but he’s just so darn cute. FML.

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  16. it’s pretty presumptuous of you to think that every single person out there is primarily only into looks. Though, I suppose if you do feel that way, you can avoid wearing the bag by just focusing on dating the legally blind.

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  18. I’m not wearing the bag over my head because I care about men, I’m wearing the bag over my head so I don’t have to see my own stupid face in the mirror. I don’t think I’m horribly ugly, I’m just feel like a pile of ridiculousness/stupidness and wish to avoid reminding the world that my ridiculousness exists. That line from bridget jones where she’s all “you don’t have to remind me I’m ridiculous/stupid, i feel like that most of the time anyway” sums things up nicely.

    I could care less about guys right now. The vast majority of them could go fuck themselves or each other and I likely wouldn’t even be bothered noticing/caring. Not that I have anything specific against men in general, but coupling is dead last on the list of priorities. At this point anyway. That and I’ve accepted the fact that I’m going to die childless and alone and will likely have my corpse eaten by my 17 cats I will ultimately have because ohhay! no one was around to feed them and those little fuckers be HUNGRY.

    My apathy knows no bounds today. I could likely even give you a run for your money in the depressy/angst/emo department, mr z3. *wink* I mean… anyone who ends up crying on a bus because her other one left two minutes early and she missed it… 🙁

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  19. I cry on the bus all the time PK, like a crack baby whose mammy decided to treat his diaper rash with tabasco sauce. I cry because I really, really wish that I was a hogg-jockey stock broker with a townhouse and an S.U.V., instead of a verbose, middle aged war-wank taking public transit out to the wilderness to stack cartons of tweenage emo-vampire novels. And then I think, “Hay What’s for lunch?” and I’m all like Happy Again.
    http://www.katzy.dsl.pipex.com/LOLCats/ret…

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  20. I don’t generally cry on busses, but between last night’s sadmare, this morning’s frame of mine re: premigraineness and the bus driver being a big meanie and leaving early, I just couldn’t stop myself.

    I left my coping skillz at home today. Tucked nicely into my warm, comfy, cozy, omgwonderful bed… right beside the furry purring kitty. Fuckers are probably cuddling right now without me. 🙁

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  23. Thanks, B 🙂

    I’ve decided your FB status, zed, is the quote of the fucking year.

    I had a ham sandwich for breakfast and I felt better for about 5 minutes. Until I looked at my bank balance and realized OHHEY my RAP forms didn’t get processed in time and the student loan people took out $1400 out of my bank account. Because apparently the bank doesn’t know what a “stop payment” is. Funnily enough, they CHARGED me for said stop payment.

    AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh god.

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  26. screw others. i’m not expecting much from myself. today anyway. i’m starting to get the migraine light flashes! yay!

    🙁

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