Philistine luxuries

This blog is bound to come back down, sooner rather than later. Honesty is always so inappropriate, always. But i guess everyone is bound to crumple up and throw away everyone else, eventually. So it might as well be over honesty.

Last night i happened to kiss a fourth girl. There was not much of a gasping feeling, earthshatterings and comets exploding and things like that, like there had been in the ones befores. It was maybe vacant-feeling. This is a terrible thing to write and to be read, even if the only readers is Adam. (Hi Adam!)

I never figured myself for a romantic philistine. Faking it is the worst thing you can ever do to another respectable and good-natured human being. And maybe i was not faking it, but sort of ignored the inner dialogues. Maybe i truly need three to five year lapses of enlightening singleness. But so i feel sort of terrible, even though this is the mundane sort of stuff that everyone else in the world is doing every third weekend. I am probably better off if i am never being romantical, and probably everyone else is, too.

I guess that the shorter version is going like: I am not ready for that but i did it anyway.

It sure would be nice to hang out with some fucking Dudes. Where are all the fucking Dudes at?

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In other news, i have suddenly decided to re-companionize and re-cohabitate with an old flame, who i forget exists, sometimes. Which is deplorable. But this will be effective, i think almost immediately.

His name is Linus.

He is the most unique feline cat being who has ever cowered beneath the ominous blue sky. Here is a picture of Linus when he was young and thinny.



I will make Linus young and thinny, again. In turn, he will make me an old man with a cat. It is a good trade.