I have slept in the back room of my house for 10 years. On Monday, I decided to move into the front room of my house.
Despite it being closer to the street - I do not regret my decision one bit.
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Aww.. I think you're cute. :)
And if I didn't live 3500 miles away.... doodoodoo. ;)
Posted by: theinsider | October 04, 2005 at 10:22 PM
This portrait is so beautiful. there is something ethereal to it...jarvis is so touching here...Little Prince comes to mind...great photo choice, Andre
Posted by: mag | October 05, 2005 at 12:02 AM
some of us have the opposite problem - i'd love someone who wanted to look after me...
Posted by: kirst | October 05, 2005 at 03:04 AM
You've got to love yourself before you can begin a relationship ...........and 'love' and be 'loved' by someone else.
Perhaps those mothering types served a purpose at that time .... I always say everything happens for a reason ...
Posted by: Virg | October 05, 2005 at 03:05 AM
They can smell desperation at 30 paces. The trick is to appear nonchalant. However, that can come across as not being up for it. Life is indeed shit. May I suggest listening to the Smiths some more?
... I'll get me coat.
Posted by: Mike E | October 05, 2005 at 03:35 AM
Hi Andre, you are ace.
That's right, you are who you are, and should have to make no excuses or apologies for it. You will find the right person for you...it WILL happen. Keep faith in that.
Posted by: Darcy | October 05, 2005 at 06:12 AM
love that scarf
Posted by: chlamygirl | October 05, 2005 at 06:58 AM
I have significant personal experience of problems similar to yours. My tried and tested method of ending up thoroughly fucked in the head is:
1) play along and suppress frustration
2) gradually assert authority
3) have authority slapped down
4) repeatedly get told I need my head checked (thanks, love)
5) get quite angry and walk out, get blamed by all for bottling up my feelings and lulling psychogirl into false sense of security
6) sit and be fucked in the head for a while
7) repeat.
Trust me, this really works.
Posted by: Delarue | October 05, 2005 at 08:54 AM
The army jacket is ace.
Posted by: Mr Wibble | October 05, 2005 at 11:19 AM
Wow! Andre you are looking sexy in that black jacket! By the way, never ever cut your hair. It's too fab the way it is.
Posted by: Taarna | October 05, 2005 at 03:38 PM
Haha. I woke up down today. YouÂve chreeed me up!
Posted by: Burchard | May 02, 2011 at 07:33 PM