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Sometimes writing in this thing just kinda feels like a chore. Or maybe its just a chore, cuz nothing is happening in my life that is very interesting right now.
I mean, I could go on and on about who's a bitch, who kissed who, who I saw out last night, who's making out with 38 yr old mexicans from mexico... blah blah blah. Its all the same.
But, then again, I guess its what a journal is for. The trivial things that seem OH so important right now...
So, here goes:
Theres that boy in my church choir, He's lovely.
Yet, in the midst of someone thats genuine I go and randomly make out with a 38 yr old mexican. What? I mean, he was beautiful, and VERY charming. I needed to be charmed. I wasn't feel very worth it for a long time.
So, tomorrow I'll go on a date with him, find out what he's all about, either love him or hate and and tell him regardless that I can't see him again... BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING, he's fucking 38.
Yes, thats all for now.
I'm also finding some new inspiration for musical goals and such, but thats for a different entry.
I mean, I could go on and on about who's a bitch, who kissed who, who I saw out last night, who's making out with 38 yr old mexicans from mexico... blah blah blah. Its all the same.
But, then again, I guess its what a journal is for. The trivial things that seem OH so important right now...
So, here goes:
Theres that boy in my church choir, He's lovely.
Yet, in the midst of someone thats genuine I go and randomly make out with a 38 yr old mexican. What? I mean, he was beautiful, and VERY charming. I needed to be charmed. I wasn't feel very worth it for a long time.
So, tomorrow I'll go on a date with him, find out what he's all about, either love him or hate and and tell him regardless that I can't see him again... BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING, he's fucking 38.
Yes, thats all for now.
I'm also finding some new inspiration for musical goals and such, but thats for a different entry.