see if i care that i update too much.
you know what. it is five AM. and all i can think of is this;
remember when you first started to like the opposite sex
and you got little crushes,
and no matter how bad your day was,
even if your parents wouldnt give you a ride to your friends,
even if it was hot and sticky outside and you were wearing polyester or acryllic,
even if you had to walk all the way to the porch that night and feed the dog that pants loud,
or even if you couldnt get a raise in your allowance of five bucks and your sister
wanted to use the computer that you lived on playing stupid games or used some ugly ass font on aim with,
then at the end of the day ,
if that one person you liked called you, it was enough to make you
delirious for the rest of the night, and enough to make you wake up
with a smile plastered on your face.
do i ever get to feel fourteen-year-old-dummyfaced-happy-glittery-eyes-i-think-im-in-love again?
Very important matters if you want my hand in boyfrondom
i think that stage is over, and im not kissing another boy until i find one that buys me a turtle without asking [why the heck does this not happen]
or i find one that calls me and says "goodnight alexa, i thought about you today and i wanted you to know,
because i knew itd make you happy. and i like you to be happy, because i like you."
he also has to spend the night just so we can play c00l video games and let me make him sweet macaroni and cheese and drink
wine but not touch eachother even though its a sleepover unless its to put our heads together when we are laughing.
and he has to like artsy movies that we can talk about, but zombie movies we can laugh at eachother for jumping during.
and he has to be curious about me painting, and notice that half the art and photography in our house is my work and want me to make stuff for him.
and he has to want to dress up really nice some nights when i like to dress up really nice in high heels and silk tops and pearls
and go out with me on his arm and look at me with little hearts in his eyes.
and then when we get home, kiss me on the nose, and the lips. and remember how i smell. and know that im not like them.
kate i hate you for not being a boy, i'd be so sw00ning and in lahv right now. especially since you like to look at me with little hearts in your eyes. and you're a good dresser-upper.
that boy is all i ask.
just make me feel fourteen kthx.
remember when you first started to like the opposite sex
and you got little crushes,
and no matter how bad your day was,
even if your parents wouldnt give you a ride to your friends,
even if it was hot and sticky outside and you were wearing polyester or acryllic,
even if you had to walk all the way to the porch that night and feed the dog that pants loud,
or even if you couldnt get a raise in your allowance of five bucks and your sister
wanted to use the computer that you lived on playing stupid games or used some ugly ass font on aim with,
then at the end of the day ,
if that one person you liked called you, it was enough to make you
delirious for the rest of the night, and enough to make you wake up
with a smile plastered on your face.
do i ever get to feel fourteen-year-old-dummyfaced-happy-glittery-eyes-i-think-im-in-love again?
Very important matters if you want my hand in boyfrondom
i think that stage is over, and im not kissing another boy until i find one that buys me a turtle without asking [why the heck does this not happen]
or i find one that calls me and says "goodnight alexa, i thought about you today and i wanted you to know,
because i knew itd make you happy. and i like you to be happy, because i like you."
he also has to spend the night just so we can play c00l video games and let me make him sweet macaroni and cheese and drink
wine but not touch eachother even though its a sleepover unless its to put our heads together when we are laughing.
and he has to like artsy movies that we can talk about, but zombie movies we can laugh at eachother for jumping during.
and he has to be curious about me painting, and notice that half the art and photography in our house is my work and want me to make stuff for him.
and he has to want to dress up really nice some nights when i like to dress up really nice in high heels and silk tops and pearls
and go out with me on his arm and look at me with little hearts in his eyes.
and then when we get home, kiss me on the nose, and the lips. and remember how i smell. and know that im not like them.
kate i hate you for not being a boy, i'd be so sw00ning and in lahv right now. especially since you like to look at me with little hearts in your eyes. and you're a good dresser-upper.
that boy is all i ask.
just make me feel fourteen kthx.