Posts Tagged ‘life’
by hannah
July 20th, 2006
For the most part I really truly believe that you are the controller of your destiny. That even if there is this predetermined path you’re supposed to tread, in the end you always have a choice. Like if a psychic warned you about your impending death in a car accident, you could start refusing to get into cars, and thereby change that fate.
But this whole getting-married-to-Metal-Guy thing, which has turned into an ordeal, is starting to make me believe otherwise.
I have received so many signs that our marriage is doomed, but yet, I still want to do it. Everything from tarot cards, to number games, to flipping coins are all foretelling of a disastrous outcome to our union, but I refuse to change my mind and break it off.
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by hannah
May 18th, 2005
On our fourth date, we had sex.
He drove into town, and I picked him up at his parent’s house. We took a drive down the coast and stopped in for a drink and a snack at some restaurant where we shared a lounge chair and did a lot of kissing.
The sex was so passioante. It wasn’t fucking or just sex, it tore into my soul.
But Metal Guy lives in L.A. and I’m in San Diego for now. And he’s not financially stable. Although maybe all that doesn’t really matter.
by hannah
August 3rd, 2004
What do you do when all you’ve met is freaks since you broke up with the last guy you were kind of dating…? You bring back the fucking exes.
It all started with a phone call to Christian, which went straight to voicemail, and his return call, which also went nowhere because at first I was in the car, driving to Vegas, with Ireland, and then I was in Vegas, so I didn’t pick up. He left me a voicemail saying he was about to jump on a plane; that he had to go out of town for a few weeks. Figures.
So what do I do when I get back from Vegas? I call The Ex. Maybe because when I got back from Vegas I went on cleaning rampage and stumbled across some old photos…and cards…yeah…you know how that goes.
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