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Gender: Male
Interests: Jarod, Jarods friends, Jarods hobbies, Jarods favorite animal, Jarods car, Jarods clothes, the way Jarod eats, the way Jarod breathes, how Jarod dresses, the way he looks at me when he tells me to go to hell, the look Jarod gets in his eyes when he calls me a *expletive*, Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod
and most importantly, Jarod
Expertise: Thinking of Jarod, Following Jarod, Planning my day around following Jarod, staying hidden to Jarod, avoiding the cops that Jarod calls to take me away, Poisoning the donuts the afformentioned cops will eat, using binoculars with night vision to watch Jarod sleep, knitting thousands of quilts that bear Jarods name, writing Jarods name on my chest and buttocks with a permanent marker, writing love songs for Jarod, taking secret pictures of Jarod, crying over said pictures while I lay awake at night saying Jarods name, Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod Jarod
and mostly, Jarod.
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Member Since:
1/6/2005
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| I live in shadows
I exist in the places that you do not look
Darkness is my companion
Where is Jarod | | |
| down with the evil fascists of best buy!
They keep my Jarod at work longer than he should be there...
I waited for him when he got off work, and I had to wait FOREVER!
Though, he didn't know I was there.
I was hiding in the bushes; rather...
I was the bushes, for all he knew!
And normally I can stay focused on my goal, on the task at hand
which is always Jarod...
but I kept getting this overwhelming feeling that I, in turn, was being watched.
Ironic, eh?
The stalker being stalked!
And there were these crazy kids who kept walking back and forth in
front of the closed best buy saying something about my Jarod being
late...
I think his woman was one of them.
A strange bunch, indeed!
pictures to follow, as soon as I get the black and whites developed.
Jarod looks so much more dramatic in black and white!
but, I dont want to sound obsessive. I dont, do I?
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| Forgive the anger, the rage, and malice, and the unforgiveness of my last post...
Oh, yes, I was very angry indeed. You see, whenever your best friend
becomes "interested" in another "person" they will start spending all
their "time" with said "person", leaving you (the ORIGINAL friend!) out
in the "cold".
But I think it was somewhere in between me removing the cameras from
his bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, closet, car, girlfriends car, school
hallways, and toilet and returning the christmas gift that I got him
that I realized something.
True love never quits.
Thus, I shall never quit.
As I laid awake on Christmas morn, wishing that I was watching Jarod open up his gifts...
in his pajamas
I thought to myself...no one else has ever cared about me as Jarod has,
even if its not "normal" or "easy to comprehend" or even
"conventional", I know that he loves me, and I owe it to him to show
him the same kind of dedication!
You see this "woman" and all his other "friends" that occupy Jarods actual "life" may come and go.
But I'd like to see any of them, especially that "girlfriend" of his
dedicate as much time, effort, and tears as I do to ensure his health,
happiness and overall well-being!
The second anyone else in this world decides to hire a proffesional
"hit-man" to rid Jarod of any enemies is the second that I will change
my mind about my being the only person in this world to love Jarod.
Sure, I've dedicated a lot of time to this venture.
But its not like I have a "job" or "friends" or "family" or "life" to tend to anyways.
All I have, my friends, is Jarod
and a giant wall-mural of him
and several well positioned and cleverly hidden cameras
and 5 tattoos of his likeness on my body on any given location
and some hair samples for DNA testing.
I swear that baby isn't mine.
Its love, not infatuation!
I just don't want to sound obsessive, though, you know?
Good day gentle lovers.
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| SCREW YOU JAROD!
YOU BROKE MY HEAR FOR THE LAST TIME!
Surely youve heard the phrase, fool me once, shame on you, fool me 563 times, shame on me...
well, shame on me!
And shame on you!
You had your chance, but I guess its just time for this fine peice of work to move on to brighter, and greener pastures!!
Similar to the one that we visited
(well, you visited, and I watched from the distant trees)
that one summer in the country...
you wore white that day...
You look so good in white...
Wait, no!
SHAME ON ME!
Its over Jarod, its soooo over.
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| Im looking at jarod right now...
hes sleeping with his back to me...
perhaps he is dreaming about happy days...
rainy strolls in the park
(when the green is so bright and vibrant that you need to avert your eyes for concern of sensory overload)
or windy days in a meadow
(the kind where you forget that your hair is being tossled in a million different ways, and you know that your lover doesnt care anyways)
or even those lazy nights where the only activity that brings pleasure is watching old cheesy movies
(the kind where the hero saves the day, wins the girl, and lives happily ever after)
one thing is for certain...He looks peaceful, and whererever he is dreaming, wherever his head is at right now, he is beautiful...
o Jarrod, how I love thee....
May I count the ways?
1
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3
4
5
6...
But I dont want to sound obsessed...
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