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sunday blues

If there's Monday blues, there's Sunday blues for me.

Of course this 'phenomenon' doesn't happen every Sunday, when I'm supposed to be worshipping God and all that; it's just today.

And before I start to babble and blab, I'll make it simple: It all boils down to how much i miss HER.

"OMG", you say, "What a 'baduy' first entry."

"Oh well," I say, "This is MY blog, isnt it?"

So. back to all this missing HER business.

It's really new to me, this feeling of how much I miss her; I've never felt this sense of loneliness and aloneness when she's not with me. That I've had four previous relationships doesn't seem to matter. I miss her terribly, I miss her like I've never missed anyone before.

Yes, yes, I know how I sound, thank you very much. Ugh.

It doesn't help that my co-workers have decided to ressurect that age old (non-existent, believe me) issue about me and the resident simpleton here. I know that particular second-to-the-last word in the previous sentence is a bit... harsh, maybe, but wait 'til you meet her. You'll probably realize that I'm even trying to be kind. Of coure, she has some positive traits as well, but she's still a simpleton nonetheless.

Oh well, thats life for you.

And quit frowning over there. You can always read some other sorry sob's blog.

Comments

uNdeRneAth said…
ei cushie.. ^_^ don't worry. i miss you terribly as well. ^_^ i love you!!!

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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.

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