I don’t know why, maybe I just wanted her to know me more… She’ll perhaps read this, but I said I wouldn’t care about that, so I better stand to my promises.
We talked fo two hours. I don’t know how many times I laughed, there in front of the glowing computer. If somebody from the outside saw me, they’d probarly think I was watching porn or something (humerous porn, that is).
By the way! Why am I sitting here thinking about something to write when I should gop to bed and get a good nights sleep? Ah, yes – im not tired. After 22 each night, it’s like I’ve eaten a box of speed. Even If I’ve only slept for one hour the night before: away sleepiness, here comes Mr “I Eat Speed For Dinner And Im Never Tired After Ten PM”.
I don’t eat speed, Im just proving a statement or what do You call it?
Other than that, ms “Im You Ex But I Still Invite You To A Nights Sleep” called.
I don’t know why I call people like that all of a sudden, but I think it’s a bit amusing.
Anyway, it was the old:
– Are Ye´comin over this weekend
– Uhumph, perhaps I am.
WHAT DO I MEAN? Perhaps I am????
I’ll add another questionmark ?
The bridges are burned, the ships have sailed and maybe, just maybe I DON’T WANT TO VISIT THAT HARBOR AGAIN.
Im talking similes here.
She’ve also sent me all thoose sweet messeges on my celluarphone. What kind of evil scheme is that woman up to? Ah well ok, I sent one sweet message back… One, for gods sake….
As You can see, my life is difficult now and I better take care of it instead of writing nonsense here.
Sweet dreams everyone.
av Max @ 23:31:11 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
Hello
Hi k, it’s really nice talking to ya’. To bad the clock’s running…
av Max @ 21:37:02 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
Adult oriented dreams and the dilemma with the 2100th century
I’ve started chatting a bit again. It’s not something im very proud of, but well, I do feel lonely at times, so – ah well, I sit there behind some nick, talking to girls of various kinds.
I’ve talked to four girls lately, and two of them where religious. When You chat, people most often would like to see a picture of You. Im a good netizen, so I have a page out there somewhere where You can see Yours truly for real.
The religious girls really liked it. They said “Hey, pretty…” all the time. I tried to finish our relationship, but one of them’s still after me. Of course I gave them my e-mail address (one of them, for occasions like this).
One of thoose four, I actually liked talking to. She wasn’t to impressed.
– You can’t see a thing. You’re not looking into the camera.
– It’s art, I said (wrote)
– It’s blurred!
Anyway, we’ve talked (chatted) every night since then. I like her personality, what I’ve seen of it. But You never actually know who you’re talking to. She mentioned something about it.
– I don’t really know who Im talking to. Are You honest with me?
– Yes, im more honest than in real life.
– Uhumm.
– But what about You, You can be an old transvestite from Soderhamn.
– Get real, Soderhamn?
– A russian sailor from Novosibirsk?
– Not russian.
– A GERMAN sailor?
And went on like that. A fun and witty girl. Of course she has a boyfriend, not that I would ever date anyone I’ve met on a chat… And she lives a seven hour drive away.
Im not really sure if im getting to the point here… Or if there is a point.
There was something about the ex girlfriend in the headline. I’ll make it short. She called and said she missed me again and before she hung up she asked me to dream adult oriented dreams about her.
We are not men. We are Devo.
av Max @ 11:49:15 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)