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The first boyfriend

The first boyfriend
“I’m just tired of all this shit.” He yawned and leaned back in the armchair. “First Mum goes out all night, looking for some guy on the street to replace Dad, and she has the nerve to bring home the drunkarse! Then Aaron stumbles home, totally smashed, and he starts verbally abusing Mum for bringing the guy an’ he’s hitting her and stuff. The doorbell rings- it’s the fat lady from next door, complaining about the noise! Aaron starts yelling at her, and everyone’s screaming. I just had to get out of there. Hope you don’t mind.”

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R. You could tell he was a good-looking man in his youth. Even at around forty, when his grey hairs were starting to show themselves, it didn't detract from his handsomeness - it gave him a distinguished air. At fifty, the wrinkles were apparent, as was the sagging skin under the eyes. But those eyes, they still held a twinkle in them. When I stayed over at their house, I saw him walk out of his room wearing only a pair of shorts. The coarse hair on his chest with flecks of grey, his stomach slightly pr R.
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The Businessman 7.05am. Alarm. Fall out of bed, crawl to the bathroom. Quick shower, pull on grey suit. Briefcase filled with all-important documents, never unpacked. Cold coffee—no time for breakfast. 7.47am. Time to leave for work. He stands at the bus stop, the cold wrapped around his neck. Minutes pass as the group huddled around the bus stop grows. School children, lo The Businessman
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UntitledThe brown haired boy looked over at his friend sitting quietly by the window, a book in his lap. But he was not reading. Rather he seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts.
The boy sighed and looked down at his own book. Heart Of Darkness. Nothing more boring than a story about a madman colonising native Africans. What he really wanted to do was talk. Say something. Have a conversation. The last time he’d talked properly to Nicholas was…was…he couldn’t even remember anymore. He wasn’t sure if they still had anything in common. Untitled
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BelovedFor you I’d do anything You wouldn’t believe When you first showed that Little kindness towards me I would follow you Tell me what you wish for And I will try to achieve it Because you believe In me.
It isn’t something strange Nothing indecent. Gratefulness, gratitude Do I need a reason? I would follow you Tell me what cuts you deep And I will avenge you Because you mended Me.
I’ve said all the words With little resistance. Been told how to live again. Consoled from a distance. I am perpetually love Beloved
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Give Way: Learner Driver

Thu Jul 22, 2004, 6:09 PM

Today I sat for my L's written driver test, and I actually PASSED! YAHOO!

I was so scared that I wouldn't, because I got two questions wrong and I thought that was it =S whoo, so happy

I think I need to get a life. I'm so boring. I pretty much live through the internet - isn't that sad! And I sort of yelled at a classmate/friend/acquaintance of mine (while we were chatting so maybe 'yelled' isn't the right word) and she probably thinks I'm psychotic - actually I know she thinks I'm psychotic, she told me so! It's just that, I had a group of friends in highschool, and I wasn't a part of hers, so if I'm with her and her group I feel like an outsider and I hate it. Yet for some reason I still stick around them, like a pathetic scruffy puppy begging to be loved or something. My own close group of friends, I feel like I was really just lying to myself and we're not that close at all. I worry that I'll do something (which is very likely) that will completely and undoubtedly prove we were never best friends to begin with, and I'll lose that, and I'll have nobody. And this girl, this girl I always get so angry, you think after 2 years she would realise that I don't hate her - I just hate needing her when she doesn't need me or like me. Fuck, who would like me anyway? argh, I hate deviantart.

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Current Residence: Sydney, Australia
Favourite movie: Girl, Interuppted & Batman Forever!
Favourite genre of music: rnb, hip hop...n ones where they yell a lot XD
Favourite game: Monkey Island series...playn american mcgee's Alice at the mo

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`demonlight Nov 8, 2004, 7:37:51 AM

'Ello. I classify you as a literary deviant. As such, you qualify for a watch, as long as you respond. I am trying to round up as many writers as possible, because we simply don't get enough recognition. So we will have to give each other recognition instead. So if you comment me, I'll do the same for you. I make it a matter of pride to leave in depth critiques, and value my DevFriends.

What do you think?

(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)

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A storm is rising.

~intensely Sep 1, 2004, 5:01:10 AM

Monkey Island is so much fun. I played that when I was 8 but never found anyone with a copy since then... except for Ben who has promised me all its delight soon