Comments on Cogent Ascending: Ba-hum-bitch

The one for you, my dear luv, the one who will mak...

2011-11-27T10:39:46.929-08:00

The one for you, my dear luv, the one who will make you happy and who will deserve you, will be fast, hot, intelligent, and caring. I don't think you will truly give your heart to anyone who isn't at least equal to you.

Admitting that something sucks so bad that it make...

2011-11-26T10:18:21.033-08:00

Admitting that something sucks so bad that it makes your perceived icy heart bleed a bit isn't a horrible thing. It proves something you have been denying for a long time: you are human. Info from one icy cold bitch to another.

You will find exactly who is perfect for you in this life one day. Until then, get that gorgeous ass into the kitchen and make me a drink.

\IiiI

I spent five years waiting for him to come get me....

2011-11-25T07:36:14.008-08:00

I spent five years waiting for him to come get me. I finally figured out that wasn't going to happen. I think next time I feel the need for unconditional live I'm just going to adopt a disabled slow gray hound who can't run due to his only having three legs.

I was in a six year relationship that ended more t...

2011-11-25T05:02:07.897-08:00

I was in a six year relationship that ended more than badly. I had to ended, but I didn't want to. I loved him, but he was as available as certain God we know. It too a lot out of me. I was depressed. I didn't date for two years. And although I told him it was over, and move 2,000 miles away, I spent months waiting for him to come and get me. He didn't. I moved on, but occasionally thought of him. Then I met someone wonderful who after a couple of years lost all his wonder. I wasn't as depressed to leave this one, but it still hurt. The flesh and the heart get use to things and people. Then I met another one who made me happy for a few months, and then I realized he wasn't for me. Leaving him almost didn't hurt; it actually pissed me off. I dated around for a bit (a very short bit, like two weeks) and met my Piano Man. You know that story.

I'm trying to say live happens, and that sometimes (or many times) we need to feel like shit before we experience bliss that stays with us. Feel pride for your ability to feel something wonderful for someone. I've been the non-feeling smug jerk on the other side of the table, and trust me it is a nasty feeling that leaves you wishing you knew how to make a Gin and Tonic that would make you forget about everything shitty in the world.

With a squalid filthy vengeance.

2011-11-24T07:48:22.485-08:00

With a squalid filthy vengeance.

So I guess this means you're going back to you...

2011-11-23T22:13:01.187-08:00

So I guess this means you're going back to your mandingo lovers.