just a quickie...
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(something i wrote before, but never finished. Thank goodness it was a saved draft)
yeah, so my rare postings have all been about "waaah why doesnt he like me?!" and all that shit. im gonna admit, im still in that phase, though i wouldnt word it quite like that, all desperate and pathetic. teehee
going away from all that, let's talk about something that makes me happy. of all the guys that screwed with my head (some not intentionally, though, i know that as much) there is only one guy that i have ever really loved, that actually loved me back. sure, we had our rough patches, but we were able to get through it. because together, we can be extraordinary. and i like that better than being ordinary apart. if i could marry him, i would. and you wont need to wonder how he is or what he looks like. you've all met him at some point. i am talking about the love of my life, THEATER.
no, there isnt some actual guy named theater (how weird would that be? i dont think i'd be able to keep a straight face if someone said that to my face: "hi, my name is THEATER!") that was me being all corny and metaphorical. but yes, all of you already know how much i love the damn thing. those of you in high school knew my obssession with it, and probably got tired of hearing it.but its hard to keep your mouth shut about something that makes you so frickin' estatic.
(i'm pretty sure i was going to write more than that, but then again, looking at it..i think i finished it. :D)
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i'll get over you, mister. because i've been waiting all my life for the best, and you're not it.
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as patrick and i were hanging out with our friend, whom we call "Sherman", i had i thought...
"DAMN IT. i miss patty mendoza." :D
(something i wrote before, but never finished. Thank goodness it was a saved draft)
yeah, so my rare postings have all been about "waaah why doesnt he like me?!" and all that shit. im gonna admit, im still in that phase, though i wouldnt word it quite like that, all desperate and pathetic. teehee
going away from all that, let's talk about something that makes me happy. of all the guys that screwed with my head (some not intentionally, though, i know that as much) there is only one guy that i have ever really loved, that actually loved me back. sure, we had our rough patches, but we were able to get through it. because together, we can be extraordinary. and i like that better than being ordinary apart. if i could marry him, i would. and you wont need to wonder how he is or what he looks like. you've all met him at some point. i am talking about the love of my life, THEATER.
no, there isnt some actual guy named theater (how weird would that be? i dont think i'd be able to keep a straight face if someone said that to my face: "hi, my name is THEATER!") that was me being all corny and metaphorical. but yes, all of you already know how much i love the damn thing. those of you in high school knew my obssession with it, and probably got tired of hearing it.but its hard to keep your mouth shut about something that makes you so frickin' estatic.
(i'm pretty sure i was going to write more than that, but then again, looking at it..i think i finished it. :D)
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i'll get over you, mister. because i've been waiting all my life for the best, and you're not it.
---
as patrick and i were hanging out with our friend, whom we call "Sherman", i had i thought...
"DAMN IT. i miss patty mendoza." :D