Jungle Justine

Nov 26

A History Of Violence

I wish that I could put this movie inside of me. I imagine it’d be a good lover.

Not to mention this guy is gorgeous.

A few weeks and the semester’s over. A whole semester without you and me, being me and you.

Alice: Will you hold me? I amuse you, but I bore you.

Dan: No, no.

Alice: You did love me?

Dan: I’ll always love you. I hate hurting you.

Alice: Why are you?

Dan: Because I’m selfish. And I think I’ll be happier with her.

Alice: You won’t. You’ll miss me. No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn’t love enough?

“Women have a lot of firsts in their lives. Firsts they record or firsts they choose to forget. First kisses, first “time”, first date. He was my first and last online relationship. The first time I experienced real emotion for someone else without touch. He was more than a tap of the delete key and a easy forget.” — my memoir

Her hour glass body, she had problems with drinking milk and being school tardy, she'll loan you her toothbrush, she'll bartend your party.

I was going to name my memoir “Email Fetish” but that sounded way too sexual for where I’m trying to go with this (even if there is a bit of wit in this piece).

I was thinking of naming it after a Kings of Leon song since he and I both had an unexplainable infatuation with that band. Probably the greatest similarity that him and I shared.

Here are some Kings of Leon songs I was considering name my memoir:

True Love Way
Milk
Wasted Time
Closer
Notion

Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat. Well, I hope it's going to make you notice.

All he wanted to talk about was politics and the corruption in the system. I hated politics and I hated the way his obsessive talk about it was slowly killing our relationship. I was growing restless. I wanted to meet this man in the physical and show him that I was more than my words, more than the carefully thought out and type written emails, that I was in fact a real person with emotions and desires. It seemed like there would have been more emotion behind it if he told me missed me in person rather than in an email.

My memoir

“I just wanted to hear from him and know that he was alright. I wanted to know that he still held me to the same regard he did several hours ago because it seemed like it was so easy for his feelings to change, to go from infatuated to nothing, nothing at all. I think that was a reflection of my inability to trust anyone. I thought love was something that lasted for a day. That’s what I had known love to be, quick and painful.” — my memoir

Nov 25

Nothing feels right when I'm not with you.

On what to never say to a woman

A while ago I asked the Internet and a group of friends what are some things you should never say to women. I present to you, in no order of rank, things you should never say to women.

You’re a Cunt. This seemed to be the #1 thing across the board.
You look cute/adorable. Lets save cute and adorable for nieces, nephews, newborns and animals. May I suggest any of the following: Amazing, Beautiful, Gorgeous, Fantastic, Lovely, Stunning.
Anything about her weight, which includes “you’ve lost some weight”. Which, if you don’t understand by now, means you are suggesting she was bigger before. Any of the adjectives in the previous item will suffice.
Whatever you like, it doesn’t matter to me. Be a man. Make some decisions.
Is that what you’re wearing? Chances are your outfit is worse.
Are you pregnant? There is a chance she’s not. And if she were, she’d probably tell you in conversation.
We’re like brother and sister. As a friend of mine put it, “Yes, cause I would have sex with my brother. Of course we’re like brother and sister!”
Calling her another girl’s name. There’s no coming back from this.
…. Again, be a man. Say something.

(via theessentialman)