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24 January 2007
MetaChat, due to the way things have changed for both of us lately, I think I may be leaving you for awhile. →[More:] Then again, I may not.
MetaChat, it's not you, it's me. You've changed, and by that I mean you've stayed exactly the same without changing at exactly the same rate as I have. I still love the things you do, but I don't like the way you do them. I hang on your every word, but your voice is starting to annoy the hell out of me. I think your eyes are beautiful, but I find the way they cross disturbing. I love you, but I'm not in love with you. And I've chosen darkness. I think we should see other people, and by that I mean each other, but in disguises. I'll be the doctor, you be the nurse. You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress. I know we can't go on like this, but what choice to we have? Yes, it's true, I'm happy to be stuck with you.
We've had good times and we've bad times. You laughed when I had cancer, and I could barely contain my mirth when you were in that car accident. Yet somehow we were in love. With different people, admittedly, but then isn't that the deepest love of all. To look deeply into the eyes of someone else, sigh and think, "thank god I'm not with that moody little shit"
I suppose now we've come to agree that it's over that we should divide our posessions and go our separate ways. I've already divided the cat. I've taken the skin to the taxidermist and left the giblets on the sideboard for you. Don't eat them all at once you greedy bitch. Oh, and we hardly have to divide up the clap since we both get to share that little pleasure, as does that moron boyfriend of yours.
So I guess this is goodbye. Well at least I won't have to look that frowning skeleton you call a mother anymore.
Quick, somebody hide iconomy's keyboard! It's about time that wench shut up, what with her reasoned advice and pithy comments and shit. Man, she annoys me.
We've always been sort of like acquaintances-with-benefits. I know there was that awkward time where you revealed some feelings after a night of drunken passion, emotions which I had no ability to return. In the awkward moments afterward, I was plagued with questions; struggling with the idea of taking advantage of such a kind and generous, umm, web site.
Of course, I eventually realized that yes, I could. See you tonight, babe.
You can't leave without telling us what you're cooking! This is METACHAT, dammit. We want recipes. And pictures of the food (but spare us the before/after, oktks).
Quick, somebody hide iconomy's keyboard! It's about time that wench shut up, what with her reasoned advice and pithy comments and shit. Man, she annoys me.
Pup, take it to Metachattalk.
Um, no, wait.
(makes note to talk to seanyboy and taz about another damned pony.)
Ooh, ooh, me, me! How about some libel? paulsc, I've tasted your sweet tea--what do you put in that shit, antifreeze?
What, that's not libelous enough for you? Then how about a breach of contract? Remember when I said I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today? Yeah, well you can pound sand, pal--you'll never see the money or the hamburger again.
You can never come home, never come home, never come home... You're stuck with that ugly yapper, over the rainbow, with a skeevy, manipulative "good" witch, dopey travel companions, and a lying, skeevy old man who only wants to take you away in his ballon.
I hear that in the future, all MetaChatters will be required to have opinions on everything that happens on the site, and will be required to share them as loudly and as often as possible.
loq, my dream set consists of you and UWS dj-ing simultaneously, alternating in single byte increments, yourmusichismusicyourmusichismusic until I explode in a burst of razor sharp candy shards and bright fireworks.
Dear Metachat,
Remember when we were playing hide-and-seek with your friends, and we both hid in the closet? And it started to smell a bit like rotten eggs? But I denied it? Yeah, that was me. Sorry.
I've given so much, laid myself bare, opened my soul to you. Did I ask for much in return? Okay, the tattoo and the relocating and the "Monorail, Monorail..." - were these all just games to you? I took you seriously, Metachat. I thought we had something real.
But now, I realize that no matter how much I care, it is only I who does. I can't believe in such a thing as a Two of Us anymore, Metachat. There is only me, and Whatever Is Going On For You now. I will go on, Metachat, as I always have. I'm no child.
Just remember this: you cannot give to another what you withhold from yourself, Metachat. You can run but you can't hide.
Nothing was delivered
And it's up to you to say
Just what you had in mind
When you made ev'rybody pay.
No, nothing was delivered,
Yes, 'n' someone must explain
That as long as it takes to do this
Then that's how long that you'll remain.
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