From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #250 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Monday, August 30 1999 Volume 02 : Number 250 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Poor sad me, well, not really ["Brian H" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 28 Aug 1999 23:45:53 CDT From: "Brian H" Subject: ET: Poor sad me, well, not really Ok, I just thought that I had a duty to inform you that I broke up with my girlfriend today. Even though most of you could care less. I've never really talked about her to you guys. The wierd thing is that I was planning on breaking up with her, but she broke up with me first. I know, that probably sounds so unreal, but it's the truth. The reason she broke up with me, was because she had to many things going on at the moment to have a boyfriend. Which I understood because she has like hell to go home to. Her parents are divorced and her dad is really cruel. And she is just going through a lot. And I wanted to end it because it had seemed like she was just ignoring me first of all. But that was because she was afraid of me because she knew that she was going to "dump" me and was scared. But, also because I had been getting so uncomfortable with the fact that all of her friends, and even her mom, knew more about our relationship then I did. She always told me that she had secrets, and was afraid for me to talk to her best friend, who I am also friends with. Ok, but the real thing is that, I was realizing how much I really liked my old girlfriend, who I thought I didn't like at the time. And now I realize that I like my old girlfriend a lot, and then the one I just broke up with as a friend. How much does that suck! I mean, I hate it. I'm the worst WORST with relationships. The problem I have now, is that there is probably know way that my old girlfriend could ever forgive me it seems like. ok, I had no point in telling you this, but I thought I would anyway. Have a good night! [c: ߮I@N "The Jelly Doughnut of an Angel" halaasb@hotmail.com ICQ: 40694569 AIM: brianh5036 *************************************** NEW AT LIFE UNCOMMON I've added a couple more polls in the feature section, and updated the Acting page. http://come.to/lifeuncommon *************************************** ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 29 Aug 1999 11:08:25 -0400 (EDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: ok...poem #2..shorter Ok, last night I went to a birthday party for one of my service fraternity's alumni brother's wife(whatever the grammar is), and on the way there was this discussion in the car between me, my friend(brother in the fraternity) Tom, and Alison(the past sweetheart/friend to the chapter)...first of all Alison's a Psychology major like Julie anyhow...through some sequence of events, I said something about asking Julie out and she found out who I was talking about and she said "Seth, she's Married" like I was some sicko and that I should have known already. I just acted like I knew and like I was just asking her as a friend...which sorta I am. I just want to get to know her better with the hopes of later going farther maybe possibly. Well, I do plan on asking her about it because if she's married, I won't continue. On a slightly higher pitch note, someone asked me about when I write poetry and all and I responded...but while I was writing the response, I wrote another poem and at the very end, I got the theme and the title all figured out hehe :) Anyhow, here is "Why am I the last to know?". Comments are always welcome. By the way, I love all the poems you angels write! Keep sending them to the list :) Also, Nicole, you can use this in Section 8 if you want :o) - --------------------------------- Why am I the last to know? by Seth D. Fulmer 8/29/99 Mysterious footsteps in the night by the firelight An angel gets shot in the foot and cries obscenities, wearing a red suit, and holding a glass of milk I just shot Santa Claus...Oh no! like I care! A ring of the doorbell, I wonder who could that be? FBI, CIA, Kiss my ass for I'm not awake The doorbell rings again and I recock my shotgun I open the door and wait to see the badge What is it my dear? Talk before you're dead I just shot St. Nick and you're next if you don't speak The girl was so quiet and just walked in my home Nestled up by the cat and fell fast asleep Angels wearing jellybean buttons on their jumpsuits A demon out of chocolate eats himself to death one night The girl with the cat asleep soundly right next to her looks oh so cute, My God why don't I just shoot myself!? My wife comes downstairs, tells me we're getting a divorce She screams like there's no tomorrow, tells me she's a whore. My lord, what could be new? I think I'm going insane The whole world is changing on me. Why am I the last to know? Seth D. Fulmer mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #250 **********************************