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i got followed to work today by a homeless man who offered to play me a song. maybe i should have taken him up on it. truth is i've been hating like crazy, but i changed my mind. i have an inevidable knack for fooling around boys that think they're extrordinary. i am so aware that i'm not. i don't mean this in a downer way. i am a middle class white girl going to college to become a middle class white woman. im not breaking any molds. i am a girl like the girl next to you and the girl next to that. boys catch on, they know and they all think they're so extrordinary that they can find an equally extraordinary girl. they're wrong. everyone feels a different way about every person and this has absolutely nothing to do with that person. you screw around, you stop talking, and you start feeling nostalgic months and months later. this is not extrordinary.
i can tell a million stories about a million boys that i thought were going to be different. they weren't. they could tell you a million stories about girls they thought were going to be different. we are all so busy dissapointing each other and gettind dissapointed that we don't even realize that there are ten billion of us out there doing the same thing.
maybe this all sounds real negative but maybe i am lately, i can't help myself. i look around and all i see is people fucking for status, falling in love to look nice, i am missing all sorts of sincerity. perhaps that's a personal flaw, perhaps i should 'cheer up', 'find myself a nice guy', settle down and have a relationship.
or.
maybe not.
friday august 12th
is my birthday party. i couldn't find a hall so here's the deal.
around 7 pm we'll (this does include you.) will hit up the dinosaur mini golf place for mini golf, arcade, and batting cages fun.
at 9:30 pm we'll head to prince (leaning tower of) pizza for pizza cake and doin it.
after this maybe we'll even hit up putnam pantry for crazy amounts of sundaes.
if you're not there i'll cry. believe it.
i can tell a million stories about a million boys that i thought were going to be different. they weren't. they could tell you a million stories about girls they thought were going to be different. we are all so busy dissapointing each other and gettind dissapointed that we don't even realize that there are ten billion of us out there doing the same thing.
maybe this all sounds real negative but maybe i am lately, i can't help myself. i look around and all i see is people fucking for status, falling in love to look nice, i am missing all sorts of sincerity. perhaps that's a personal flaw, perhaps i should 'cheer up', 'find myself a nice guy', settle down and have a relationship.
or.
maybe not.
friday august 12th
is my birthday party. i couldn't find a hall so here's the deal.
around 7 pm we'll (this does include you.) will hit up the dinosaur mini golf place for mini golf, arcade, and batting cages fun.
at 9:30 pm we'll head to prince (leaning tower of) pizza for pizza cake and doin it.
after this maybe we'll even hit up putnam pantry for crazy amounts of sundaes.
if you're not there i'll cry. believe it.