Women are from Venus for a very special reason.

I have no idea what's the chemical composition of Venus' atmosphere but i have a sure feeling it has to be sooo complicated to breathe.

I have 2 of my closest girlfriends in separate ice boxes... freezing their asses off. hahaha!

They resolved and seems like there's no retiring from that resolution anytime soon because:

UNO: they have successfully preserved their sanity... separately! BRAVA to that ladies.. this is the way it should be if we just escaped a sanity-threatening event..say like if you were a victim of... infidelity.. swindlers that run away your life's savings... found out your dad's gay because he wanted to have his own snazzy shoe collection.

DOS: together with that self-preservation... they have the wildest imagination and have established a solid picture of how they'd act when the lash out session commences. Ok i respect that you would want to go into battle prepared.. over prepared even. Since the idea of mayhem breaks down that only constant thing that anchors them to sanity or preserving the relationship we have all come to agree and call it friendship, they recess to UNO and the thought if being successful in UNO and actually gave up non even trying to regroup.

TRES: They both love talking about the situation and i seem to present myself as the sole medium to make both minds meet. AND i hope both of them realize that i'm not a stenographer and i tend to forget and interpret points of view as as to preserve my own sanity and bring them both to this common ground.

QUATRO: the other just confessed a very retarded way of coping while the other obviously and is keeping pretty hard on how she's supposed to be mature. BOTH i must say INVALID because they never never ever considered how we knew each other. That has to be constant if you really want to forgive and let live. Baggies are for... nomads, we belong together so no need to bring your issues in between each other.


My point being, why the hell are we sooooo caught up with our judgments? Were you hurt that much that everything else is worth forgetting? When did we turn complicated?...i did not get the memo... we don't have memos..

my thoughts why i'm sooo wanting to stop breathing the air you're breathing:
1. coz its staggering both of you to come to your senses.
2. am getting a feeling that i might have over-expected on how we really are.. were. then its high-time for me to stop trying.
3. I wish i was this romantic towards romance. hahaha! it breaks my dopey heart not to try.
4. is it almost hopeless to remember how we came to be? we tore down walls for each other, bashed around so we feel better over stupid things, we respected individuality but never before "that morning after" have we held those differences as reason to be indifferent.

I would want nothing more than you 2 get your asses back here on Earth.. Venus air is trippin' on your mind's really bad.

with hearts hearts xoxo and sad face,

Ruthie