She's cold blooded, I'm warm blooded.

[beachguy in thongs]

It's a fact. I'm at the point where I'm living with my ex-girlfriend. This fact is true, about our blood-temperatures. It's gone downhill since we stopped having sex (which was months after we decided that we couldn't understand each other). She's a Virgo and I'm an Aries, and for all the people who'll say that it's a bunch of balogna, well, it's true in every aspect of our relationship. So, if you want to see what I'm talking about, I looked up, online, our Astrological compatibility:


This partnership brings together two very different kinds of energy ... without a lot of success in most cases. Aries as the Great Warrior and Virgo as the Great Workaholic need some mutual focus to keep this arrangement going. Aries initiates, acts on his ideas and ambitions, pushes the envelope of his personal frontiers farther and farther "just to see what happens. Virgo is a great "detail man (in this case, woman)" ... coming in and tending to all the daily routines, mundane tasks, and thankless chores Aries doesn't have the time or patience to handle.

Does anyone know how I feel?

[friendowl]

sorry beachy
if im living with a woman
i gotta fuck her
i dont know how you do it
after smoking weed all day
and just having her there
how can you not hit that

[LIP]

Have a hug man :( I've been with a girl and been banned from sex and it was just arguing all the way from the start.

({) There's an msn hug lol

Love man, i love

[beachguy in thongs]

Thanks, guys. I knew you two would come through.

[poorprincess]

do you still get along?

[P.E.N.G.U.I.N.]

I'm sorry, Beachguy.

That is, indeed, a sad arrangement. I don't know how you feel but I know the taste of the newly forbidden fruit, indeed...

Love you, man,
Jake

[beachguy in thongs]

do you still get along?

Thanks, P.E.N.G.U.I.N.

As far as us getting along, no.

We're better off going our seperate ways. She doesn't have any interest in anything I have to say.

I told her, yesterday, about these puppies that were dumped in a stream and they survived by floating on a puppy that had already died. And she didn't even comment on it.

[P.E.N.G.U.I.N.]

Wow...That's pretty messed up. Why are you two still living together?

[poorprincess]

she said nothing about the puppies? ....that BITCH!

[beachguy in thongs]

Her whole family, and "friends", live four hours inland. I'm the only person she knows, in Virginia Beach. And she's the only one that I trust.

Plus, she has a job and really doesn't want to leave Virginia Beach.

[beachguy in thongs]

she said nothing about the puppies? ....that BITCH!

I'm convinced that she was held at gunpoint and told to show no emotion around me.

[P.E.N.G.U.I.N.]

Her whole family, and "friends", live four hours inland. I'm the only person she knows, in Virginia Beach. And she's the only one that I trust.

Plus, she has a job and really doesn't want to leave Virginia Beach.

If she can trust you, she damn well BETTER be talking to you!

[beachguy in thongs]

If she can trust you, she damn well BETTER be talking to you!

Even when we had sex, everyday, we'd get into arguments, everyday. It's all (and I hate to blame everything on this) because she automatically responds to involuntary sounds or movements. She gets upset when she thinks that I'm getting upset (even if it's not directed towards her) and, most of the time, she's wrong. I didn't say it in the last sentence, but I blame everything on the fact that she doesn't need to be, nor can handle, living with a T.B.I. survivor.

It was different before the guy, who recieved a "Failure to Yield" ticket, crashed into me. Now, I have pain to go along with it. She went through the period where the doctors were experimenting with "brain candy" on me. Now, I hear things like, "you don't know what you put me through" and she's always on edge, thinking that I'm gonna act like I did for that year. I've only known her for five and 1/2 years and I've had pain for four. I went through the doctors' drugs three years ago.

She doesn't know who I really am. She never shared in anything that I did the first nineteen years, of my life, when I was normal. I had dreams of playing tennis with her, at least. I used to play with my girlfriend in High School, who was on the team. I haven't played Bocci, except once at my Mother's house, ever since I started seeing her.

I know that you're thinking, "Well, then why the hell are you with her?" I was going through "pot-rehabilitation classes", needed to abstain from pot, she told me she was sick, so I went to stay with her, at nursing school. Over the weeks of traveling back and forth between her apartment and my drug classes, 3 1/2 hours or 188 miles away, every week, kind of made me feel that I was one with her. And we did love each other. But, being the opposite "charges" that we are, we always, always, saw things in a different way.

That was overcome by the fact that we smoked pot together. She started smoking soon after I started back up. Then, early in 2005, she quit. I guess, it's slowly deteriorated after that.

My heart is the only thing that doesn't hurt me, after all I've been through, and it's tough for a girl to feel like she's a part of it. A while after I went through the "medicinal phase", she told me that I don't pay enough attention to her. She didn't think I loved her. When it's not the truth. All I thought about was her, even if it was "Why the hell am I with this girl?"

I like to stop at a bar on my way home from work and stop for a beer. She'd never even think of doing such a thing. That's how different we are. She wouldn't go to a bar, just, to see people.

I want to end this, but, I could go on all night. I don't want to end it with a wise-ass comment or leave it like it is, because with the story that I told, it's all her fault and she's so pure, innocent, sweet, and strong that I don't want to make her look like that.

We're from two different poles. We have extremely different pasts.