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i haven't felt like driving lately. this is how i know something is off. and i listen to country music voluntarily. wow. i have to think how to spell some words. i am really really off. i also use a lot of periods lately--i'm less flowly in my writing and even my conversations. there is a hint of anger or regret or pain or impatience or something in my voice. i hear it always. i wish i could get rid of it
i'm in love with dirty dancing. oh. my. word. in LOVE. seriously--i have it memorized. between Princess Bride, Pride and Prejudice, Phantom of the Opera, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, and Havana Nights I think i'm going crazy. Seriously. when did my tastes change so much? when did i start using one word more than once in a paragraph? seriously. *doh*
i need a good horror movie. a good, scary, scream my head off and cuddle up to my boyfriend movie. except i just broke up with Darrin. ok. not good. he was fun and sweet and seriously attentive and attractive and not cheating on me. perfect, right? i didn't like him. how do you go with someone you really don't like? i can't anymore. dating is no fun anymore. it sucks. i think i've had more boyfriends already then i ever planned to have in a lifetime.
a good scary movie. freaky freaky freaky. by myself or with some friends or with an ex or with my Mum. i don't care. i wanna dream about knives rather than non-existant, fantasy romance.
because love doesn't exist. it just doesn't. not long enough to matter anyways.
i'm in love with dirty dancing. oh. my. word. in LOVE. seriously--i have it memorized. between Princess Bride, Pride and Prejudice, Phantom of the Opera, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, and Havana Nights I think i'm going crazy. Seriously. when did my tastes change so much? when did i start using one word more than once in a paragraph? seriously. *doh*
i need a good horror movie. a good, scary, scream my head off and cuddle up to my boyfriend movie. except i just broke up with Darrin. ok. not good. he was fun and sweet and seriously attentive and attractive and not cheating on me. perfect, right? i didn't like him. how do you go with someone you really don't like? i can't anymore. dating is no fun anymore. it sucks. i think i've had more boyfriends already then i ever planned to have in a lifetime.
a good scary movie. freaky freaky freaky. by myself or with some friends or with an ex or with my Mum. i don't care. i wanna dream about knives rather than non-existant, fantasy romance.
because love doesn't exist. it just doesn't. not long enough to matter anyways.