i like her kiss but her sex. i like her smell but her prescence. i love her mind, but not her language. i like her family and her whanau. and you know what? i dont really like her at all. i dont want staci any more. i dont know why. we dont work. *when i come, and you dont come, i wonder just how i should feel* aside from sex, whatever initial spark there was is dead. she used to love being at my place, now it's just something to bide the time she'll still argue with anything i say. she says she loves me (no, she wont even say it, but has implied many times, if you can't say it, do you really mean it? i think not) but words fall hollow (who coined that cliche?) actions speak louder than words, etc. and i so don't feel it. got some grass the other day for the first time in ages. and i dont miss it. i dont want to be drunk, or high, or fucked off my nut on some rather tasty little pills. argh, cannot begin to explain this, i need to rant and rave and do some shit but grrrrr arrrr grrr hurrumf. bob. mark this down as a first and last, that i do not use my signoff.