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the day I laid in the grass in the park
The interview went very well... very. I didn't get the job. Recruiter was "shocked"... "perhaps they wanted someone a little more seasoned" she said. Like salad dressing.
The corperate world is funny. I think I'd feel like, a decorative object who happend to be able to "meet and greet". That's not my natural habitat. What is my natural habitat?
This internet dating shit, it's good for you. for me.. it's reminding of who I am, and who I was..
This boy has the most piercing eyes I have ever seen in my life. His teeth are crooked. He's tall. He's skinny. He's desperate, and I so badly wanted to strip that overtone of desperation of selling himself to me, because I could see through it, and I saw that he was a good soul, if he could just let me discover that myself.I had him in my hands.. with no effort at all...
I could make him fall in love with me.
He has the most romantic notions of love. Im the bitter pessemistic fuck who strips relationships down to the bitter core, the rust. He wants gloss. We could settle for a semigloss/ matte finish...
I think he is as lonely as I am.
7:33 p.m. - 2008-07-03
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