Without fail, when I wake and before I sleep, my mind goes to the woman I love. It's a pleasent way to start the day.

When do your thoughts seem to automatically stray to loved ones, if at all?

Same here, hell I even got all poetical about it!

(what poetry i did used to write was the 80's Squat dweller sort, backs of beermats and amongst the coffee rings on the CCJ's.)

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I'd rather wake up dead..



The alarm rapes me...

Reality staggers through the F-stops of my perception with the belligerence of a drunken mick .

FUCK you Isherwood, bin kein fotoapparat

Throbbing head from Cynthia's mental BJ the night before. The devil in the green dress.

Fuck von Eldritch

A foul beast slouches towards the kitchen.

Brown finger nail slicing the condom around the 20 phallic symbols i crave.

Asmathic coughing of the coffee machine in cacophony with mine.

The morning Express of agony arrives punctually at the terminal. Freight Train of pain through my guts.

FUCK being Terminal

then I think of you and you cast me out into the sunlight

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They say a sign of being in love is when your last thought going to sleeping is about them, as is your first thought when you wake up.

If that is so, then I love three things:

1: An ugly shirt I knew I had to wear the next day

2: The prospect of having the worst day of my life tomorrow

and

3: Some hot chick I liked

When I was with my ex, my thoughts would always turn to what she was doing. It could be at any time, brushing teeth, wondering how she brushes hers e.t.c.

In my new relationship, this is growing day by day. God knows it's taken two years to dismantle my thoughts of the last one.

Ps, Jack, we need you in EYW!

quote:Originally posted by Euda:

When do your thoughts seem to automatically stray to loved ones, if at all?

I've been mulling this over. There is, at the very least, a continuous inner dialogue going on in my head of things I should have said, that I did not get the chance to say. Of things I want to say, that I hope do not slip from my mind too soon. And...of things I should not have said, that I would like to take back.



[This message has been edited by oc6 (edited 03-26-2007).]

I can honestly say that there is never a time she's not on my mind. Not always right at the forefront of it, but always there. Waking and sleeping are just two of the times I don't have to focus on anything else and get to give my full attention to those thoughts, and it's lovely.

Totse needs a heart icon sometimes. I think the orange arrow is closest so I'll use that.

quote:Originally posted by Mr.Happy:

I can honestly say that there is never a time she's not on my mind. Not always right at the forefront of it, but always there. Waking and sleeping are just two of the times I don't have to focus on anything else and get to give my full attention to those thoughts, and it's lovely.



I'm basically the same way.. He is always on my mind, no matter what I'm doing..

When I stretch, and it feels goooood, I'll always accidentally moan. Then that moan reminds me of when me and her have sex, then I'll think about her.

lots, always when i'm going to bed/falling asleep

Yeah, I'm always thinkin' about my girls Mary Jane, Ms. Poppy, and D. Amp.

Aye same.

All day on and off, little things during the day make me think of her.

Falling asleep is with her on my mind, or... thoughts of doing things to her >.> . And waking up I'm thinking about her. I wouldn't change a thing.

People are asking me about her and talking about her for large portions of every day right now. It is making me miss her something fierce.

Not even the advances of a gay man or the stories of insuffilating coke with drag queens or even the entertainment of a true redneck could manage to completely take her off my mind.

quote:Originally posted by Euda:

the stories of insuffilating coke with drag queens or even the entertainment of a true redneck could manage to completely take her off my mind.

*grabs dictionary*

told yer beforr bout usin' them darn big words...

quote:Originally posted by Pseud0nym:

They say a sign of being in love is when your last thought going to sleeping is about them, as is your first thought when you wake up.



I must love hangovers.

quote:Originally posted by psycho_8b:

I must love hangovers.



The worst thing is that moment when you wake after a really heavy night and you still feel fine but then with increasing consciousness you realise 'fuck this is gonna hurt'.

quote:Originally posted by jackketch:

The worst thing is that moment when you wake after a really heavy night and you still feel fine but then with increasing consciousness you realise 'fuck this is gonna hurt'.

Then you stand up to head to the bathroom; this is of course when the hangover hits you in its glorious totality.

Pretty much any time I'm not with him. I miss him even if he's only been gone for like an hour.

quote:Originally posted by Euda:

Then you stand up to head to the bathroom; this is of course when the hangover hits you in its glorious totality.

Yeah...Then it fucks with you for the rest of the day.

You swear to yourself that you'll never drink again. You'll go to church more if the pain goes away.

You can't eat or drink comfortably. Standing up is like being on a boat in a storm. The smell of food reminds you of the beer, the whiskey, the vodka, the wine and that unknown drink you drank the night before because it looked nice and curdles your stomach.

Then when you finally go to bed you think of that hangover, sleep, wake up and remember it respectfully for all its power.

So I put it to you that I must love hangovers!