The perfect is the enemy of the good - 2004-09-10 - 2:53 p.m.

It was far from a mistake. Some people think the terms on which I met her are unacceptable. They can go to hell. I can abstain from sex for eons if I have to. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

I do not see the word "SEX" on her forehead. I see her forehead when I see her forehead.

I love her "imperfections." What one would think as embarassing, including her, I find irresistible. Scars, old piercings, etc. Although I don't cut, there is nothing wrong with cutting. Cutting isn't killing. Cutting is healing. Unkilling.

Ironic that her iam name is iam: yourgirlfriend. Irony smells so good at times. I keep pulling emo moves out of my ass and I can't help it, I can't fucking help it. She says I'm a closet emo kid. I am emo at heart, she says. She may be right, although I will probably never be able to admit it were it ever to be the case.

Emo move: paying a co-worker your bus fare so that he can drive you home so that you can get home 30 minutes earlier then usual and run through the pouring rain with no umbrella to get to the GO station to meet her on time and prevent her from waiting 15 minutes for me. What a pathetic mess I was. Soaking wet, wearing shorts of all things and chucks with holes in them. "Holy FUCK...you're a sight for sore eyes," one of us said.

Although the in-betweens are all too painful, I am enjoying my life thoroughly.

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