whatcha ona bout girl??
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Friday, May 29, 2009
Football, vegas and fiction
Well the First regular season game is this weekend against the national champions from last year. Winter training has been fun so I guess its time to put up or go home. Its exciting but I cant help but feel a bit lonely with no one to share the experience with. I was hoping to get to vegas this year or take a trip cross country but really there isn’t much point without having someone who needs your arms wrapped around them to feel safe. Its kinda like reading fiction…when its over…. you cant share that experience with someone else.
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This was the sales pitch you asked about. Ain't no "safe". Sad to say it but it's so.
I understand your frustration..... dont promise something you know you may not be able to deliver......talk is cheap though....he shouldnt have to "Tell" you BS
Ok, not even close as I am wayyyyy behind. But today is Canadian thanksgiving. I am single, (although I have been for a while), but it's like OFFICIAL now. Weird indeed... Talk is cheap. I can't tell you all here, but for many reasons I was a really great wife, he just refused to be honest.
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