' Nothing lasts forever, and depending on the weather, Im a changer...' -Gath I live in this weird town near the beach. One thats too small for a city and too big to be cute. Its kind of like once I get out I'll be happy to come back for holidays, but it's boredom and a half to live in. Ive lived here all my life. In this house, across the road from the beach. I have three best friends. One Ive known since we were 7, and shes obsessed with being over dramatic in every aspect of life. Its amusing to watch, and we have intuitive conversations, where we barely need to talk about what we're really talking about. The next lives in Melbourne, which, as small as Australia may seem, is a long way away. I havent seen her in a year, but we talk a hell of alot. The other knows way too much about me, and I think we trust each other too much. He makes stupid jokes when Im upset, and distracts me from boredom and more fatal sorts of woes. I enjoy coffee. We spend all our time at a coffee shop in town, sitting ont he longues, and letting them pump us with caffine. For two reasons, really- I need the caffination, and I want to live int he tv show Friends. I would love to meet you, read your stories. Just message me. 2008-01-11T12:55:42Z http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/user_5574 <p>I felt like I was on a carousel.</p> <p>All of the girls stopped and looked at me when I made this comparison. They didnt seem to understand why this was a bad thing.</p> <p>Carousels are usually assosiated with all that is chipper and happy. With fairy floss and lollipops.</p> <p>But thats just it. Im on a carousel, and it seems so great. The music is charming and the horses are beautiful, and the sky is blue, the pace is one of contentment, and nothing is stopping me.</p> <p>But it goes around and around. It becomes too content. The repitition is such that its all I can do not to wish that one of the horses would neigh, or come to life and gallop into the distance with me on its back, spontenaety, jubilee, triumphantly.</p> <p>Stopping the monotony.</p> <p>I have nothing to complain about. A carousels a far stretch from a bad life.</p> <p>But its a far stretch from a good one.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/10271 2007-09-26T03:25:30Z 2008-01-11T12:55:42Z User 5574 http://ficlets.com/authors/user_5574 <p>He told me what I could only assume was the truth. That he had cried three tears over me. I dont know what made him say it, or confess that he had gotten over me a year previously at that moment. Perhaps he thought it would cheer me up. That I was in a lousy mood, so he may as well tell me that he used to love me, and use the past tense in a strikingly conspicuous manner.</p> <p>It didnt make me cheerier. In fact, having the guy I was in love with tell me that he was over me was just about the icing of the bittersweet cake that was my day.</p> <p>Three tears. How sweet.</p> <p>I&#8217;ll bet he cried four over her.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/10270 2007-09-26T03:16:20Z 2007-10-23T14:50:01Z User 5574 http://ficlets.com/authors/user_5574