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		<title>Gulp</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 01:44:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Beast Girl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Down went my stomach and up went my heart. I am seething. More angry than I&#8217;ve been this whole time. This is my last and final post on the subject. I am done. I took Tammy Typer&#8217;s advice and just de-friended him. She will now become my official spy when I feel like peeking, which [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Down went my stomach and up went my heart. I am seething. More angry than I&#8217;ve been this whole time. This is my last and final post on the subject. I am done. I took Tammy Typer&#8217;s advice and just de-friended him. She will now become my official spy when I feel like peeking, which won&#8217;t be for a long while.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know who she is, where he met her, if she matters, if he cares, or what she is to him but I don&#8217;t want to see it. I feel like he&#8217;s shoving things in my face and that is absurd. It&#8217;s a f*king virtual world where there is nothing to interpret! I cannot keep subjecting myself to his immaturity and ass hole tenancies.</p>
<p>I. am. done.</p>
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		<title>A Letter</title>
		<link>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/03/a-letter/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 02:45:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Beast Girl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I post this hoping it is the last of this sick series and not wanting to dwell anymore. Remember, it is my blog and I can do what I want! Haha. But, in all seriousness, I post for feedback. If I ever send a letter, this is what I would say: Dear Boy, Three months [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I post this hoping it is the last of this sick series and not wanting to dwell anymore. Remember, it is my blog and I can do what I want! Haha. But, in all seriousness, I post for feedback. If I ever send a letter, this is what I would say:</p>
<p>Dear Boy,</p>
<p>Three months ago I was nearly certain we could have made a wonderful life together—a girlish dream perhaps, but a legitimate thought nonetheless. And with the right timing, maybe that could have been. Today, a sad thought dawned on me: I was a rebound. Timing was not on our side. Everyday I have thought about you, been concerned for you, hoped and prayed for you. Clearly, not the best use of my time.</p>
<p>For the last four years, as you mentioned, you dedicated yourself to that girl—catering to her needs and putting your life on hold. While others were building friendships and looking introspectively, you were in a state of limbo. Not only did it affect your ability to grow and mature, but her actions caused deep emotional scaring. For that, I am very sorry.</p>
<p>Now you must regain those years. You are right; it is your turn to be selfish. You are just awakening to life. If I do the math, four years in one relationship and two in another, that makes six, which puts you at about 17. Since you were 17 you were in two serious relationships, both equally destructive from what you have shared. Obviously the past is behind us and you cannot reverse time. Now all that remains is your ability to recover, mature and move forward.</p>
<p>I am thankful you recognize this fact and were considerate enough to end our relationship before it got too serious. Unfortunately for me, I did not guard my heart and as a fool, fell hard and fast. At then end, when you asked for my friendship, I was willing to do anything to not see you face your troubles alone. I wanted to be your friend desperately, even if it meant more pain and heartache for me. I remembered what you said when we first started dating, that even if it did not work out, you wanted to remain close friends. The best and worst things in life are unpredictable. Neither of us had the foresight to prevent what became inevitable.</p>
<p>Friendship goes both ways. It cannot exist with out two people contributing equal effort. Clearly, this is not a possibility. Negating any excuse of differing ideas of friendship and time investment—you are unable to be a friend to me and therefore, I cannot be yours.</p>
<p>I wish you all the best in your endeavors and pray that you continue to grow and flourish. May God bless you and your family.</p>
<p>Goodbye Boy.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/03/well-goodbye/">[include poem]</a></p>
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		<title>Well, goodbye</title>
		<link>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/03/well-goodbye/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 06:31:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Beast Girl</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Not So Cool]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[How dare you request my friendship. Ask and not receive? The friend you&#8217;ve never known, you know I would be to you. But I have not the energy. As you let go, you reached out. With that same motion, hold me at arms length. While before I saw the man in you, I now see [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How dare you request my friendship.<br />
Ask and not receive?<br />
The friend you&#8217;ve never known,<br />
you know I would be to you.<br />
But I have not the energy.<br />
As you let go, you reached out.<br />
With that same motion,<br />
hold me at arms length.</p>
<p>While before I saw the man in you,<br />
I now see the other side.<br />
The man is but a boy;<br />
afraid, unsure, and crying out.<br />
You don&#8217;t come crying to me.<br />
You sit alone in your corner,<br />
cowering and helpless;<br />
refusing an out-stretched hand.<br />
I wish you would let me in<br />
but I can only watch at a distance.</p>
<p>Well, goodbye distance.<br />
For distance only exists<br />
if there are two points.<br />
And now there is one.<br />
I can watch no longer.<br />
I can wait no longer.<br />
My mind makes me angry,<br />
demanding my heart.<br />
But it is time.</p>
<p>You made me laugh the most.<br />
I have never cried so hard.</p>
<p>Farewell sweet boy—<br />
may you grow up to be the man I knew.</p>
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		<title>I wish I could hate you Vegas-going-immature-heart-breaker</title>
		<link>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/03/i-wish-i-could-hate-you-vegas-going-immature-heart-breaker/</link>
		<comments>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/03/i-wish-i-could-hate-you-vegas-going-immature-heart-breaker/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 23:29:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Beast Girl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today I updated my FBOOK status to &#8220;off to another meeting &#8230; THEN &#8230; DATE!&#8221; because I saw that my heart breaker is going to Vegas. Vegas? WTF. The place you said you would never go to because it is pointless, dirty, meaningless, skanky and STUPID. And I wish I had more clever words to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today I updated my FBOOK status to &#8220;off to another meeting &#8230; THEN &#8230; DATE!&#8221; because I saw that my heart breaker is going to Vegas. Vegas? WTF. The place you said you would never go to because it is pointless, dirty, meaningless, skanky and STUPID. And I wish I had more clever words to spout right now but I&#8217;m too angry/hurt/sad and in a hurry cuz I have a meeting. Just as my status says. </p>
<p>BOO TO YOU. </p>
<p>I hope you think I have a date and I hope it HURTS. </p>
<p>KISS MY *HOT* ASS!</p>
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		<title>GET OUT OF MY HEAD</title>
		<link>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/03/get-out-of-my-head/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 14:33:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Beast Girl</dc:creator>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-300" title="get-out" src="http://www.seattlesomething.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/get-out.jpg" alt="get-out" width="300" height="479" /></p>
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		<title>Definition friendship</title>
		<link>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/02/definition-friendship/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 17:09:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Beast Girl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[How would you define &#8220;best friends&#8221;? Complete this sentence: A best friend is someone ___________ . Or, if you are feeling extra creative, just free form it.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How would you define &#8220;best friends&#8221;?</p>
<p>Complete this sentence: A best friend is someone ___________ .</p>
<p>Or, if you are feeling extra creative, just free form it.</p>
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		<title>verse 155</title>
		<link>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/02/verse-155/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 17:50:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Beast Girl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[drink it down tingle to the surface bubble up through my vanes and stain my pores numb the skin but you leave my heart? awaken my emotion to a whirl of torment slide into a place of slur and sorrow morning aches, a dull shine a remedy it is not rather a spur of pain [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>drink it down<br />
tingle to the surface<br />
bubble up through my vanes<br />
and stain my pores<br />
numb the skin<br />
but you leave my heart?<br />
awaken my emotion<br />
to a whirl of torment<br />
slide into a place of slur and sorrow<br />
morning aches, a dull shine<br />
a remedy it is not<br />
rather a spur of pain<br />
evoking my dejection.</p>
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		<title>The conditional unconditional</title>
		<link>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/02/the-conditional-unconditional/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 17:42:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Beast Girl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I got to thinking, which I tend to do since I don&#8217;t actually have a real job. My thoughts often carry me back to the most recent and lame subject of relationships. I love/hate my over-analytical nature. My wandering mind began to wonder: what happens to all of those things said when you are dating [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I got to thinking, which I tend to do since I don&#8217;t actually have a real job. My thoughts often carry me back to the most recent and lame subject of relationships. I love/hate my over-analytical nature.</p>
<p>My wandering mind began to wonder: what happens to all of those things said when you are dating someone? Do they just disappear? Are they zapped from the air and simply cease to exist? What happens?</p>
<p>Everyone says things. Don&#8217;t be shy. Admit it. You&#8217;ve said to a former [insert gender here]friend how they are the most wonderful person you have ever met, how no one has ever been as amazing, how you hope to spend your life with them, how much you love them and will always, how you&#8217;ll never <span style="text-decoration: underline;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;fill in the blank&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> , etc. You too have heard the same. So I ask, do these still have meaning? Significance? Or are they truly sweet nothings?</p>
<p>I do my best to refrain from using absolutes when in a relationship. Always, never, forever, and ever, etc. are the adverse adverbs. I need not explain why. Why dumped you a month ago. Why cheated on you. Why walked out the door and didn&#8217;t look back, ever. Why doesn&#8217;t love you anymore. Why doesn&#8217;t bother.</p>
<p>So what comes of these said things?</p>
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		<title>FBOOK: a place of solice, refuge and rage.</title>
		<link>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/02/fbook-a-place-of-solice-refuge-and-rage/</link>
		<comments>http://www.seattlesomething.com/2009/02/fbook-a-place-of-solice-refuge-and-rage/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 18:16:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>The Beast Girl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my favorite past times is stalking people on FBOOK. I find it therapeutic (mmm &#8230; or detrimental to my mental health). The best people to stalk are the ones you are aquanaut with, maybe from high school, college or maybe they are people you were once close to but are no longer on [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my favorite past times is stalking people on FBOOK. I find it therapeutic (mmm &#8230; or detrimental to my mental health). The best people to stalk are the ones you are aquanaut with, maybe from high school, college or maybe they are people you were once close to but are no longer on the in-side of the circle. These are people that you don&#8217;t, can&#8217;t or won&#8217;t talk to but still enjoy, revel or take great pleasure in reading up on their menial lives.</p>
<p>My recent stalk is a boy I once knew. I say that like it&#8217;s been years but it&#8217;s only been 28 days. He has made it clear that he does not have the time to invest in a relationship, of any kind. Requested my friendship he did, then refused to invest the time of day. Now, given, he is quite busy and stressed and I have fully accepted he is not in a good place and should not be in a romantic relationship. Fine. However, as I was performing my daily stalking rituals, I saw one of his girl friends posted on his wall saying how fun it was to see him this past weekend. Funny. Huh&#8230;he must have found time for his other friends. He goes out on the weekends regularly but could not spend an hour to talk face-to-face two weeks ago and address our friendship, or lack there of when HE was the one who wanted a friend. I&#8217;m sorry. This FBOOK stalker bitch ain&#8217;t no one way friend.</p>
<p>If you&#8217;re on your knees begging, remember this: you gotta give to receive.</p>
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