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Cyberstalking for happy endings

Started by P3nT4gR4m, April 17, 2010, 08:48:16 PM

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Juana

Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 18, 2010, 08:36:13 PM
Quote from: Hover Cat on April 18, 2010, 07:40:16 PM
Since they seem so willing to talk to you, I'm going to guess that it wasn't your idea to be absent from their lives.

You would think that wouldn't you? Actually it was pretty much entirely my doing. Hence the state of delighted bewilderment I've been living in for the last three days. I don't deserve this. Like I really don't deserve it. I should actually be in gitmo or somewhere right now with some butch american chick in a uniform, clipping jumpleads on my nipples and making fun of my genitals. That's what I really deserve. Instead I got these two incredible young women telling me they're glad I got in touch.

The human tearducts are capable of dispensing a seemingly unlimited supply of tears of joy. That's something else I've learned this weekend.
Well, then I'm going to agree with you. And be happy for you anyway. :)
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That's great Pent.

I'm sure if you keep trying you'll end up in gitmo with jumpleads on your nipples.

Don't give up.
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P3nT4gR4m

meh, some fantasies are best left as fantasies. I'm sure if I did get to gitmo they'd just pussy out on the voltage and leave me feeling disappointed anyroad :cry:

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
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P3nT4gR4m

TBH I'm trying to keep the 'L' word out of my mind. I'm more than happy to settle for them not hating my guts. Asking for what I'm feeling right now to be two sided is just downright fucking greedy, even by my standards.

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

Pope Pixie Pickle

Well I hope it works for you.

My parents had an awful relationship and the one positive I have is that after I got ill we get on better.

P3nT4gR4m

So it was a long time coming but we met in the flesh the other day. Something that I'd obviously repressed so deep I didn't even know was an actual thing came out. It's like I've had this massive hole in me the whole time, a gaping chasm that I wasn't aware existed until it suddenly filed up. I think this was what I was meant to feel in the delivery room when I was too emotionally retarded to feel it. I'm looking around at all the fathers I know and thinking "Why the fuck didn't you tell me it was like this!?" and then realising they did, it's just I didn't understand them at the time.

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark