It’s Just Justin

Two Breaths

Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again. And then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.

Caliban - Act III | The Tempest | Shakespeare

You are a Whore!

Smile because you know it’s a joke and because you know it’s at least a little true. Seriously, Artisan-buddy?! Let’s keep away from Justin’s associations.

Smile!!!

Passing the Torch

So today, as I was leaving Plaza 900 where I had lunch with Becca and Lacinta, I passed Geoff and Matt walking, I presume, to Plaza 900 for their lunch. Geoff called to me asking me how I was doing and I was caught off guard. I feel bad because I kind of blew him off, I simply replied, “I’m fine, gotta go!” and continued my brisk walk towards Brady Commons where I was heading to meet up with another friend.

I would like to apologize for doing that to you. It is what people have told me I have to do, I have to get my distance from you but how can I do that when you work with me and we share a fraternity? I cannot afford to quit my job right now, as little money I get from it, it is all I get beyond immediate living expenses from my parents. If i want to buy something for myself, I am alone.

I don’t want to quit Acacia but it is a definite possibility.

Anyways, I want to hang out sometime and I want to be friends and I want to be happy, but you have to make the move and you have to do it alone. I cannot be happy hanging out with you and other people. I cannot be happy hanging out with you if you continue to bring up bad things, things of the past. I cannot do that stuff right now, the latter should never be done. Later, perhaps soon, we can share friends and hang out at parties together. We talked about this not long ago. I really want that, of course we also know what I really want and that is you as my boyfriend.

Bah, much love. Sorry for how I acted.

-justin

p.s. something i want to write but i won’t because i feel you will feel it was asshole’ish so i end with this…

come what may…

Socks?

So “What the Fuck?”…

After Geoff broke up with me I went through and tried to clear some stuff out of my life that we shared… just our dirty laundry… semi-literally. I did not get rid of everything because I want us to get back together some day, I love him and can’t live without that love but that is not my point right now.

After my happiness ended, I gave all of our socks to him. We shared socks… we were very obviously quite close. I went to Sam’s Club and purchased all new socks right?

Well in the past week or so, I have found that nearly every pair of new socks has been replaced with a pair of the old socks that I gave to Geoff.

How can this happen? It makes no sense. Some sock gnome is playing with my mind and I don’t like it!

My Silver Tongue of Misguide

So this is an apologetic email. The emotions meant to be output were not towards Geoff, they were emotions of anger towards someone else who will not allow that I loved, love and will love Geoff. They are not meant as anger towards geoff but an argument towards her of what my mind is processing.

Love to G, sorry we can’t be… i am terribly corny.