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BRAIN53

Sun 08 Jan, 2006


Diary

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HER DIARY <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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Tonight I thought he was acting weird.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> We had made plans to meet at a
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bar to have a drink.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I was shopping with my friends all day long,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> so I
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thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> but he made no <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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comment.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go
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somewhere quiet so we could talk.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> He agreed but he kept quiet and
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absent.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I asked him what was wrong;<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> he said nothing.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I asked him if it <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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was my fault that he was upset.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> He said it had nothing to do with me
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and not to worry.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> On the way home I told him that I loved him,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> he simply smiled <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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and kept driving.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I can't explain his behavior;<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I don't know why he <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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didn't say I love you too.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> When we got home I felt as if I had lost him,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> as <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> He just sat there and <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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watched T.V.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> He seemed distant and absent.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> Finally,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I decided to go to bed.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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About 10 minutes later he came to bed,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> and to my surprise he <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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responded to my caress and we made love,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> but I still felt that he was <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> He fell asleep <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>-<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I cried.I don't
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know what to do.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> My life is a disaster.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>:cry:<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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HIS DIARY
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Today the New York Mets lost,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> but at least I got laid
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jkf

Sun 08 Jan, 2006


Re: Diary

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ummm.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> grin,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> lukewarm.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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Well,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I don't know what to tell ya.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> at least he got laid.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> LOL
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After decades of watching games,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> the way men are supposed to act
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about sports events is starting to turn into something like a blond joke.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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we must be expected to play that dumbass part about all things come to a
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halt when the game is on and any interruptions will be ignored and life
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comes to an end when your team loses.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> LOL
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<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>(Remember the guy that bet his nuts,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> and cut them off because his team lost?<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>)<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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Like when a man is swearing up and down at the television set.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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the woman asks,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'why are you so upset?<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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the man responds,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'That idiot called our star player a dirty name.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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woman says,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'what did he call him.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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man says,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'I'm not sure.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> but it had to be bad.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> just look at the fans.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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then you hear,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'we'll return to <b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'last year's replay'<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> right after a commercial break.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>'<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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Very similar to.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> A woman is having a fit,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> because someone called her a c*nt.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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If you ask most women what a c*nt is,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> they will tell you.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> I don't know but I'm
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supposed to get mad.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> thats what my mother told me to do.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>.<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b> ROFL
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Whatever happened to that really short woman with
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a perfectly flat head and a round mouth with no teeth,<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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with ears that looked like it came off of buggsbunny?<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>?<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>?<b style="color:#FFA34F"></b>
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