The Ripped Soul

Read some "love story" thing from CH's blog.
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One day a man named Max, is found riding a racing bike with his girlfriend Jane on his back seat where the following scenario takes place.

Max : Do u love me?

Jane : Yes...

Max : Take off my helmet...

Max : Do u love me?

Jane : Yes...

Max : Wear the helmet...

Max : Do u love me?

Jane : Yes...

Max : Hold me tight...

The next day, newspaper written...

Last night, a fatal accident occured. The couple on the bike crushed directly into a tree due to faulty brakes. The man died instantly and the woman had been seriously injured but luckily, she survived. All thanks to that helmet.

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Found it a tad bit hilarious, and I know you clowns reading will prolly judge me and ask 'how can you be so heartless?' or go 'ew! jess! youre so morbid! *wipes tear*' since its supposed to be some sad love story *cough*..

But honestly..

In the first place, if your bike is out of order; don't ride it. And don't risk the person's life riding with you. Take a bus, a cab, whatever.. walk if you can't afford either.

And secondly, [hahaha] I couldn't help but wonder what if the guy asked her "Do you love me?" and the girl says "No, not really, I'm just in for your money/in the for the ride/need you to marry me/I like your brother/I'm gay/whatever"

What would he do? Would he still offer her the stupid helmet? Would he ask her to get off the bike? What in the world would his reaction be? Hahaha..

Anyway, onto more serious stuff.. well, not really, since my whole life's a joke according to some people.

So M calls me today and asks me what's up and what's going on... after she read last night's entry. She said I sounded sad and lonely... christ. Sounds like the life of a widow dont it?

No, I'm not really lonely.. I've got friends, yeah I do. I've got a cat. I've got online buddies. Habbo buddies. Lonely would be that geek of a boy that went on with his life to that game course.

Maybe I just yearn for someone to love.. since the greatest thing to learn in life is just to love and be loved in return. Chet. Quoting Moulin Rouge all..

But I don't know.. something tells me I'll grow up to live the life of some old lady with her 65 cats. And maybe a dog. Plus some terapins.

Or maybe I'll marry someone. And hopefully he's Mr Right. And we'll have a kickass wedding. Maybe he'll be handsome. Maybe not. And maybe we'll have a cat and a dog. Maybe a bird and a fish. Maybe I'll live in a home with ikea furnishings. Maybe we'll have fancy dinners every night. Maybe we'll fight some days, maybe we'll make up on others. And maybe we'll live happily ever after.

Hah. Or not.. but we'll never know now, will we?

And right now, maybe its because I had swensens in the afternoon, maybe its because I'm listening to a happy tune now, I'll choose to have some hope; and believe in the latter. Even though its just a dream. Hah.

What garbage..

Anyway, no I'm not lonely.. but yeah. Just my usual psycho thoughts running around all over my mind. They need leashes, I swear. Or maybe sometimes when the sound of silence kills me, I go bonkers and I just need to talk to someone or have someone make me laugh. Like me monk's. :)

Else I'll need music and my straitjacket.

So how's that for a socalled lonely, psychotic pretender? Sound good?

HAH.