i can thankfully say i am more at peace with the sarah-situation now. i was able to get some more background information and while you can’t always trust what people tell you, i think it’s pretty clear that she’s not the girl i wanted when we were in vienna.
so, a little tip to you aspiring couples out there: one person taking a 6-month “holiday” in a foreign country that costs $2000 to visit is not the recipe for wedding bells.
i will carry on. thanks for all your support out there!
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Glad to hear it… now get some Aussie to scream your… scratch that, MY name and make sure to take pictures.
I guess you can find some of those in the libraries but you’ve got a better shot in the Star. Just don’t pay for it……… too much.
I’m telling you..THOSE MINI COOPERS aren’t as reliable as we thought! The way the movie THE ITALIAN JOB advertised them, you would have thought otherwise!
Glad you moved on! As you can see, I am one who is terrible at reading recent blogs, but know that I love you Greg and I got your back! Not in a Homosexual way, and even it was you’re not my type! Me and hairy backs just don’t get along!
But here is a poem that is for the ladies, but I Feel it goes well for us men who make women are wife instead of friends!
Subject: Wife Woman Friend
Def Poetry Jam
Wife Woman Friend - Part 1 By Dana Gilmore
I guess I should not be surprised that my beginning was his end.
After all, we were just friends.
Although in my world I was his girl. So in my mind I pretended to be his wife Saying sh*t like, “there’s only so
many years in a woman’s life”
Right, so I gave him three Yet he had the audacity to step to me on this Donnell Jones “I don’t know where I wanna
be” type sh*t.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He hit me with the forehead kiss.
He told me life was a journey and he was ready to explore this sh*t
And I was pissed I start pullin’ out Tupac hits telling me to keep my head up and R. Kelly picks about when a woman’s fed up,
Cause I was down with him for so long, that I didn’t think I could get up.
Till one day I got tired of sleeping on! pillows
my tears had wet up and Realized that life goes on
And no he didn’t choose! me and that doesn’t make him right nor wrong
And just because he was the epitome of my life that doesn’t make me wrong nor right
Like I said I was his friend and not his wife And I should’ve acted within that capacity
And then this breakup would’ve been “just one of them things” And not a f**king tragedy
And all the time I spent mad at him I should’ve been mad at me
After all I was the one that gave him the key to my house
Let him hang clothes in my closet just in case we go out
Washing all his dirty clothes to make a “full load”
And let him finish all the leftovers just so the food don’t go old
For the times that we raw-dogged just cause he “lost all the rubbers”
And though I showed him more support than his father, brother, sister, and mother
And just ’cause those same people dial my number when they’re trying to stay in touch
And he received mail at my address “cause he sleeps here so much”
Got total control of the remote control to the TV, DVD, and radio
And even though his name is not on my lease got sh*t in my house that
is off limits to me
Like his side of my bed
and his stash of weed
And I better not touch his shoebox, Fruit Loops, mouthwash or toothbrush
He even had his own set of towels
But none of this obligates him to me because not once did we exchange vows
And If I knew then, what I know now, I probably would’ve listened
When he said it was some sh*t that he needed to get out his system
But I was too busy bitchin’, jumpin’ bad like I was gonna hit him
And in the back of my mind all I could fathom was how much I was gonna miss him
And just because I’m cryin’ don’t mean I’m the victim
It’s just that I was too scared to let him go ’cause some other chick might get him
And that was my fault! , it was my decision
I should’ve never put my heart in my mind’s position
But I couldn’t shake him-he was like a bad habit
And all this for a nigga that was just average, doing average nigga sh*t
Like talking out the side of his neck and thinking with his d*ck
But, I must admit he’s the one I wanted to commit to
Either I wasn’t living up to my potential, or I was just the average chick
But I chose to believe that I was a woman caught up in a feeling
Both physical and emotional, who was way too willing to give her all to a man
And though it may sound stupid I would do it all again
Just next time for my husband and not a nigga I call my friend.
If there was a blog that needed to be “spun-off” of “the garrison show” it would be “the ransford show” — i’d read that f’ing blog in a heartbeat.
I’ve never seen someone’s comments longer than the actual posts. Keep doin’ what you’re doin’, R. Love you long time.
G - glad things are more at peace. Let the healing begin. I hope the remainder of your trip to the great down-under brings you sunshine and lollipops… with the occasional blowjob.
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