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So, last night at the Bronze? Totally beyond dead. I mean really beyond dead.
I think everyone is saving their money for the Carnival this weekend - or more importantly (said with mucho sarcasm) the Kissing Booth. Eww, trading spittle with the population of Sunnydale High School? I don't think so!
Besides, Bailey's supposedly taking a stint there and-- Eww, yuck and NO. That guy? Will only ever love himself, as proved by all the mirrors he found it appropriate to stare in that one night we had a date.
Despite the deadness of the Bronze though? I met this guy. Pretty cute, really listens when you talk... Wears a lot of fake-tan though. I mean, sure, all guys back home wore make up, just... Well, maybe they were better at blending than he was?
Also? His clothes? A little less Calvin Klein and more Calvin Klein's geekier older brother. They have to go. When I told my sister about him? She was all wary and stuff, asked if I knew what I was doing.
Duh, of course I do. Besides, I was wearing my cross and he wasn't exactly recoiling in fear at the wholy Holy Vestament thing. Good thing, right! Means he's not gonna try and suck my face off through my neck or whatever it is that vampires do.
I'm seeing him again tonight. At the Carnival. And we shall be avoiding the kissing booth like the plague, oh yes.
Carrie also said that we could do the girly thing this weekend if she wasn't too busy. Y'know, shop, spend vast amounts of money on a pig-out at the Multiplex (or Sunnyhell's equivalent) - fun stuff! I can't wait.
I think everyone is saving their money for the Carnival this weekend - or more importantly (said with mucho sarcasm) the Kissing Booth. Eww, trading spittle with the population of Sunnydale High School? I don't think so!
Besides, Bailey's supposedly taking a stint there and-- Eww, yuck and NO. That guy? Will only ever love himself, as proved by all the mirrors he found it appropriate to stare in that one night we had a date.
Despite the deadness of the Bronze though? I met this guy. Pretty cute, really listens when you talk... Wears a lot of fake-tan though. I mean, sure, all guys back home wore make up, just... Well, maybe they were better at blending than he was?
Also? His clothes? A little less Calvin Klein and more Calvin Klein's geekier older brother. They have to go. When I told my sister about him? She was all wary and stuff, asked if I knew what I was doing.
Duh, of course I do. Besides, I was wearing my cross and he wasn't exactly recoiling in fear at the wholy Holy Vestament thing. Good thing, right! Means he's not gonna try and suck my face off through my neck or whatever it is that vampires do.
I'm seeing him again tonight. At the Carnival. And we shall be avoiding the kissing booth like the plague, oh yes.
Carrie also said that we could do the girly thing this weekend if she wasn't too busy. Y'know, shop, spend vast amounts of money on a pig-out at the Multiplex (or Sunnyhell's equivalent) - fun stuff! I can't wait.