Bobartles

Looks like he's leaving it up to Congress to decide.

Rape is sex without consent. Marriage still allows people to withhold consent to sex; nobody is 'entitled' to sex. So if a married man has sex with his wife without consent, that is rape. This isn't particularly difficult.

Got something here for you guys to talk about. It shocked me a little; I held similar views when I was still a Christian, and couldn't really talk about them without getting shouted down by the more hard-line Christians I knew. Strange to think that the new Pope has the same ideas. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/05/22/pope-francis-good-atheists_n_3320757.html Have at it. *dons hard hat and ducks*

*unpopular opinion coming up* Stay with her, that's my advice. Shouldn't be long until she realises that the whole witchcraft stuff doesn't do anything.

It worries me that you only seem to want to spend time with me when you're drunk.

I don't know how I can deal with this. Suddenly finding out that you've never really been interested in him, and both of us realising that we still have strong feelings for each other... so soon after what happened last week. I don't know what to think, and I'm definitely going to need time to deal with what's going on in my head right now. Also, please turn your phone on. You know how I worry about you, especially after conversations like the one last night. Please don't suddenly drop out of contact after throwing something so huge back into my life.

It's not working out. We can both see it, we both know that we're not happy, but we're both still franticallly hanging on and hoping it will all go away. I don't know what to do.

Went to visit my best friend from school in York a few days ago. She took this of me when we had an epic Nerf-gun battle.

Went for Biology, as it kinda encompasses Medicine. And that's my thing. More into the human physiology side of things, really...

It's weird how being around you makes me so happy and yet so sad at the same time.

I've got this on my wall at uni, with a few additions... COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The state takes both and gives you some milk. FASCISM: You have two cows. The state takes both and sells you some milk. NAZISM: You have two cows. The state takes both and shoots you. SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

So your sister has been encouraging you to try to hook up with me, despite the fact that you have a boyfriend, because "It'd be better if you were with a nice guy." Whilst I appreciate the compliment, I don't think your sister has quite followed through to the logical conclusion that any half-decent guy wouldn't even think about getting with someone who already has a boyfriend. Sigh.

I should hope not, seeing as it's pretty hard to turn off your amygdala and sympathetic nervous system.

It's painfully obvious that you're only doing this because my mother put you up to it. Stop it. You're annoying me and embarrassing yourself.

I need distractions, badly. Just being around you all is bringing back all the memories of what you did, and I can't rely on my best friend to keep me alive through it anymore. I've got to do this myself.

Diablo II. Great fun.

So, you've conveniently arranged a family get-together on the precise day I'm planning to visit her up in York, literally a week after I told you I was planning to do that. Well, it's not going to work. I don't know why you have such a ridiculous vendetta against my best friend, and this is where I'm putting my foot down. You've done a fine job of messing up my life and my mind; I'm not letting you destroy my closest friendship too. Being my mother is no excuse for what you've done- in fact, it should have stopped you. Oh, and when I move into the house in September, I'm not coming back for the holidays. Ever. I'll actually prefer spending the weeks alone in a house than with you and the rest of the 'family'.

Nope. If I Had $1000,000 - Barenaked Ladies?

My favourite band is either Evanescence or Blind Guardian, depending on how I'm feeling.

I'm happy for you, man. After the stuff you've been through, you deserve something like this. Still, I'm not going to lie; I'm a tad jealous of your luck. I wish that things like that in my life weren't so confusing and unpredictable.