Earth Stuck.

The Grenadines

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This is what happens when people leave liquor in the house. And yes, that giant wrinkle is most likely a subconscious vag.

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"Slave to the Man"

New Drawing.

Seeking an SOB who will make me feel like shit: A classifieds ad.

I'm pretty damn honest a fair amount of the time. I strive for authenticity, but the effort negates it all.

I've been told I'm full of shit. It's mostly unintentional, except when I'm lying.

And though most things in life are uncertain and unpredictable, I am certain that I'm fairly predictable, and definitely not worthy of your time or trust.

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I have so many infatuations that I can't keep up, and forget about most of them. I don't take anything seriously, and am mostly just looking for a story to tell.

Please tell me what a fool I am. I need to get out of this comfortable self-deprecation. This hall of mirrors where I've trapped myself. A place for nothing but vain self-reflection. No progress is made here.

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"Your blog is really stupid. You're too narcissistic to be self-aware. The musings about yourself are just bullshit wrapped in horse shit"

"Thank you. That's the best feedback I've ever gotten."

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I have a lot to say and say nothing at all, with a whole bunch of sentences. I probably should learn what experiencing is all about.

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They say change is good. I don't know about all that.

Hey there folks.

My blog is staying the same, but I'm changing the URL in a few weeks.

Find me at www.theblurrycurrent.com after 1/15/14ish if cluelesscollegegrad no longer works.

Thanks for reading

[Walton Ford is amazing.]

texts.

-You can't keep invalidating my feelings all the time, it's so patronizing. I know I'm verbally full of shit almost always, but my feelings are real.

-I think that's possibly the dumbest thing you've ever said.

-Lol.

Merry Christmas

"Can I come over later and just sleep?"

"No. We can't keep fucking, Sarah."

"I wasn't trying to fuck. Look, I'm going to a Christmas party for work, and I don't have a date.."

"I'm not going with you to a goddamn Christmas Party."

"I wasn't asking you to....I just want to come sleep there after."

"I'm not in the mood to talk."

"I don't want to talk either."

"We're not having sex."

"I just want to sleep on the far other end of your bed."

"That's ridiculous."

"It's better than being totally alone tonight. This Christmas party is gonna make me feel like shit."

"And sleeping on the edge of my bed isn't?"

"It won't tonight, but probably in the morning."

"You can come over, but I can't promise you that you can sleep here."

"But neither of us want to talk, and we can't screw, so I'm going to fall asleep...you know I'm basically narcoleptic after 8 pm."

"You're crazy."

"You like crazy."

"Fine. Come over."

"K. Thanks."

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