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[msmadness2002]

ELECTRONICS FROM THE 80'S BY MISSISSIPPI MADNESS

TIME TRAVEL BACK TO THE 80S AND TAKE A GLANCE AT THE ELECTRONICS WE HAD!!!

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Happy Easter, happy spring. Happy happy everything.

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Aching

Uncontrollably cry throughout the day and live in immense pain, or feel mentally fuzzy and forgetful all the time?

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You know, I have spent the last three and half months thinking about you, and how you’re the greatest person I’ve ever met, and I can’t wait to share my life with you again... and then we talk on the phone today and you don’t even really hear anything I say. You ask me questions about my field of study and interrupt before I can fully form an answer, as if you only asked so that you could tote out your *infinite wisdom*. That might be cute if you actually knew what you were talking about. Yet, you assume I don’t. What’s up with that? Later, my attempts to cheer you up are met with cynicism and pure negativity. Why were you so rude to me?

Your loss, because I value myself too much for that bullshit anymore. Later.

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I’m cold and achy, hungry and cranky,

skinny and sleepy, lonely and weepy. 

I have papers to write, chapters to read, 

sleep to catch, and my belly to feed.

Lucky me, there’s a few foods in my cupboards,

a heavy stack of texts in my room.

The heater is roaring and the painkillers should kick in soon.

Recovering from surgery alone on a rainy Friday night isn’t ideal,

but I’ll feel better when I warm up a healthy meal.

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To the last asshole I dated:

When we went to that geology party where I was surrounded by faculty and peers, I asked you not to drink. You as my boyfriend knew full well about my history as an alcoholic. We discussed it before going to the party, as it was our first social event we attended as a couple. We had a few conversations before arriving that evening about the fact that there would be beer at the party (because geologists) and said you wouldn't drink, remember? You had made inconsiderate choices in the past. Do you remember the numerous times you came into my bed with alcohol on your breath? Can you try to imagine what that's like for me? We got to the party, found some guac, met a dog, and stood around chatting with people. I loved the way it sounded to introduce you as my boyfriend to the people I see in class all day. You had one beer... And then had like four more right after that. You continued to drink more in a shorter amount of time than anyone else at the party. Upon our exit, (I felt inclined to do early after your intoxication followed by some lewd comments) you jokingly pinched your nipple in a suggestive manner in front of the majority of the party. I had to pull you put the front door with me. This was completely unprofessional and really embarrassed me. In the conversations that followed, you could not seem to understand why your behavior was not only completely inappropriate and immature but also made me feel extremely uncomfortable. There is a difference between university level academic-social gatherings and high school keggers. I'm honestly surprised that someone with three and half years on me can't figure that one out. I still can't look at certain people who were there that night without feeling ashamed of your behavior. The bottom line is either you have a drinking problem or you have a moderation problem. And after seeing the way you dated me, I think it might be a little bit of both. Nobody drinks like that around users except other users. It takes one to know one. You might want to think about that. ... Alas, knowing me, although you were the last asshole I dated it's likely you're not the last asshole I date. C'est la vie!

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The matching tides of our breath,

the current I feel flow through my body when we kiss,

rippling waves of orgasm that pulsate

within and without me

like an earthquake,

so capable or creating an incomparable 

tsunami of ecstatic energy...

My dear, I await the return to grace your shores.

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Happy Sunday !