I feel like a gooey sap
I don't like this feeling of not knowing who I am or what I want/like. I guess I do know what I want. Theatre. Pure and simple. But I as far as what I like, well that's an entirely different matter lately. I ate lunch with Casey and we talked like we do, and that made me feel a lot more consistant, but I'm still a little boggled.
I have a planner. It is color-coded. This frightens me somewhat.
I would love a really, truly, utterly infatuated kiss. With the spark in it, you know? The kind that makes you tingle. I don't even know that last time I had one, but I want one. Probably Barry. There was some serious spark there, that's for sure. But that was months ago. Maybe Friday at the party things will start to clarify themselves.
So yeah. Kisses and a planner. Life's still weird.
Skittles.
I have a planner. It is color-coded. This frightens me somewhat.
I would love a really, truly, utterly infatuated kiss. With the spark in it, you know? The kind that makes you tingle. I don't even know that last time I had one, but I want one. Probably Barry. There was some serious spark there, that's for sure. But that was months ago. Maybe Friday at the party things will start to clarify themselves.
So yeah. Kisses and a planner. Life's still weird.
Skittles.