I have been vomiting all morning. I know you might hate me, but I'm sick of all the posing and pretension. What I really want to know is whether he really does or not. Does anyone have any real experience with this? I'm not talking about people who are from Canada, I'm talking about wherever you're from, but the mood that it puts you in when you realise the sons of bitches are always using idiom they picked up from Bukowski or Burroughs, and actually think they're good. Not that that applies to my boyfriend, but he once said to me that he was 'gonna roll up to the liquor store.' I grimaced, but he didn't notice. What should I do?
― maryann, Sunday, 10 November 2002 00:40 (twenty-three years ago)
If he doesn't even notice you grimacing, you have to ask questions about your relationship. Is he just in it for the sex? Or is it the way you walk, the way you carry yourself, what you may become?
― Minnie Maximov, Sunday, 10 November 2002 00:44 (twenty-three years ago)
Vomiting? Tsk,tsk. The solution is quite simple: Don't go down on him so far. He'll still love you and you can keep your lunch.
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 10 November 2002 02:58 (twenty-three years ago)
Maryann, Marryann, Marryann. Let me see, let me see, let me see . . .
Advice is a funny thing. I once followed the advice of a certain TV Presenter and ended up having a very nice, high swim. Others were not so lucky. I also once followed the advice of another certain TV Soap Star and ended up having a large fondness for offroad vehicles and laybys.
Advice is a vengeful master, mainly down to the fact that over ninety nine percent of it is utterly useless and completely wrong. Advice in matters of this seriousness is even more off base.
STOP ASKING FOR ADVICE AND MORE IMPORTANTLY STOP FOLLOWING IT.
What the Jesus-Piss makes you think a bunch of ugly, self-obsessed wierdos on the Intamaze have a damn clue about whether you should continue humping some Bukowski-phile? Why the hell should you get any answers from anywhere but you, him, beer, speen and graybols.
What the Prehensile-Shit is all that "i've been vomiting all morning" stuff about? Posing and Pretension? Being sick because your relationship is breaking down is the absolute pinacle of posing and pretension. If you were truly sick of it all you'd just stop and walk away. That is what being sick of something means. It disgusts you so much you can't go near it. You walk away.
Seriously, Maryann, if he's moving to Canada and your not it is a harsh reality that somewhere between six and eight seconds after arriving in Canland he is going to be "Mountie"ing some Canadian Bacon. Long distance relationships are doomed, the only one I can think of that worked was Winnie and Nelson and look what a pair of completely unhorny faliures they have become.
My "advice"?
Get some crack, give it a whack, buy another sack, DON'T LOOK BACK.
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Sunday, 10 November 2002 03:13 (twenty-three years ago)
Thanks, everyone. I wish you would stop making jokes about sex though I'm not that kind of girl. I didn't come here to be compared to your stereotypes.
― maryann, Sunday, 10 November 2002 06:34 (twenty-three years ago)
I will try the crack, though, certainly. I've heard it helps but I've never needed it before.
― maryann, Sunday, 10 November 2002 06:35 (twenty-three years ago)