"why is it that everytime i see your face/i'm in a different place?"

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i am sick unto pain at goodbyes from airport terminals and bus stations and train platforms. i am sick of the nomadic life. i am sick of the exhaustion of frequent travel. i am sick of wishing to be somewhere other than i am currently.

― jess, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

in otherwords: does anyone have a cure for heartache that doesn't involve blighting yourself with toxic chemicals?

― jess, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

No. Move house. :)

― Tom, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

don't you want to blight yourself with toxic chemicals?

― duane, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

how about constantly dwelling on a recent love, and the intimate moments you had, so that all you can see, even when trying to read a book or comic(dammit) is you and your ex lying together, and never being able to think of anything else, and morbidly trying to get out of it, but constantly returning to the same images that haunt you and pain you, picking at them like an inch-thick sticky scab over your wounded heart, stuck in the same thought, ploughing a psychic scar that will get worse and deeper and more painful, and never talking to anyone about it. ever.

I find that works wonders for me.

― Alan Trewartha, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i guess i need one of those giant factory houses, eh tom? ;)

and yes, i have blighted in the past, and i will again. once the jet lag and three hours of sleep are dealt with.

― jess, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Better to have blah blah blah than never to have blah blah fucking blah.

― Ronan, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

and, since you people are obviously no help, what's the BEST WAY to blight onesself?

― jess, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I forgot the 6 in my address that time.

There is no cure Jess, you're doomed, dooooooomed.

― Ronan, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

can we use toxic chemicals this time?

― Alan Trewartha, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I'd say it involves laughing at something absolutely ridiculous like HAM for no reason. Then again you are talking to the person who genuinely woke up in shock in the middle of the night because I didn't know if wanted a GameCube or XBox first. I can't remember why I thought that, perhaps I had been dreaming about CONSOLE POWER and therefore am more dorky than ANYONE on the geek thread.

― Sarah, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

CUBE!!! New zelda game. >slavver, whine<

― Alan Trewartha, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Aw though Jess, me = flippant rubbidge. I'm sure I'd be better if I wasn't delerious (think I have FEVER yay). Any time you want to come over and blight, ace. Or you could get ill and therefore you are living in feverish wonderland hee hee.

― Sarah, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

(secret confession = i too have dreamed of gamecube. iwannaiwannaiwanna.)

and thank you sarah.

my brain is just this side of corned beef hash this morning myself. i had forgotten just how much i truly loathe air travel.

― jess, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

u do sound bad. *sympathy*

drink ice cold pink grapefruit juice, sit on couch under a stinky duvet and watch some old comedy on video.

― Alan Trewartha, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Jess, you could try asking one of your harem to come and visit you for a change.
― turner, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

oops

― turner, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

actually, she paid for my ticket (her choice) so i cannot complain about the actual travel, merely the pain of departure.

and let it be known, henceforth, in perpetuity, throughout the universe that jess has forsaken the life of il* male ho. he is in LURVE. bad. smitten like a kitten in the dead of winter lookin for a little warmth. or some shit.

― jess, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

You could think of it as a good heartache...that you are in love, and there's a chance. Just keep working at it, make a plan. So, I would say keep your chin up and love the world. (I am the twee-est boy in ILe, I'm sorry if I sound flippant also).

― james, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

My first advice is repeated, squared. Move house.

― Tom, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Better to have big green and blue ache for a heart than to be a translucent cyborg with a datsun cog for a heart. Being achey in the heart region is what I live for. It is the only way I can tell I'm even alive.

― rainy, Tuesday, 23 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

So, Jess! How did you like them goateed girls in Olympia?

(Teasing... Aaw, Jess... now you make all of IL* want to pat your head.)

― Brian MacDonald, Thursday, 25 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

who wants to know they are alive anyway, or at least with a heart like a box full of broken crockery? Overrated I say, the sooner we dump our shakespeare cliches (tis better to have loved and lost blah blah blah) the better.

― Menelaus Darcy, Thursday, 25 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Listen to that song 'The Game of Love'. Do what I say. You will be happy soon.

― Luke, Thursday, 25 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I think I mean that heartache is preferable to an inablity to feel anything at all.

― rainy, Thursday, 25 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I actually rather liked the idea of the latter. It would save a hell of a lot of bother and dependecy on other people, who are inevitably fallible.

― Menelaus Darcy, Thursday, 25 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

listening to simon and gaaf does not help.

― Geoff, Thursday, 25 October 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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