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so, tomorrow's valentine's day. i don't know how i feel about the whole concept.
it sounds like the kind of thing were, if you have a really amazing guy, it'll be an amazing day because chances are he knows what can make you really happy.
unfortunately for me, stephen spiegner is not that guy. he is the kind of guy that thinks i want a big expensive dinner, wine or some kind of booze and lots of sex and sexual innuendos coupled with a huge bag of weed. not to mention HE wants to drive everywhere. i was like, FUUUUUCK that.
did i mention that? i'm teaching stephen's ass to drive. that's how freakin nice i am, i'm risking my life so he's not a loser anymore. for the good of his future girlfriends, since we know he wont have a car in our lifetime.
no, that's not fun to me.
i'd want to go on a picnic at a park with a lunch you made or picked out at the store, and a swing set to play on, bubbles, little goodie bags with candy and toys in them to play with on our way o a one dollar movie, which we know will probably be horrible... i dunno. i guess it's hard to get inside a girls mind, when we're all so completely different combinations of people.
but it's not really hard to be a genuine person, now is it? so just be a genuine person, and it'll come to you, i promise.
gosh. i am REALLY not looking forward to tomorrow. i have work from 12 to 4, stephen, i'm guessing during this time will be roaming around and probably picking out one of the weirdest bouquets for me, probably just the most expensive, then he'll conveniently forget to take the price of before he hands it to me. he'll probably try to meet me at work... take the bus. write me a poem or a 'flow' or another interpretation of myself into a piano piece, and yes, all of the above are from previous experiences.
it's sweet, it is, but he's just... i don't know. maybe i expect too much?
it sounds like the kind of thing were, if you have a really amazing guy, it'll be an amazing day because chances are he knows what can make you really happy.
unfortunately for me, stephen spiegner is not that guy. he is the kind of guy that thinks i want a big expensive dinner, wine or some kind of booze and lots of sex and sexual innuendos coupled with a huge bag of weed. not to mention HE wants to drive everywhere. i was like, FUUUUUCK that.
did i mention that? i'm teaching stephen's ass to drive. that's how freakin nice i am, i'm risking my life so he's not a loser anymore. for the good of his future girlfriends, since we know he wont have a car in our lifetime.
no, that's not fun to me.
i'd want to go on a picnic at a park with a lunch you made or picked out at the store, and a swing set to play on, bubbles, little goodie bags with candy and toys in them to play with on our way o a one dollar movie, which we know will probably be horrible... i dunno. i guess it's hard to get inside a girls mind, when we're all so completely different combinations of people.
but it's not really hard to be a genuine person, now is it? so just be a genuine person, and it'll come to you, i promise.
gosh. i am REALLY not looking forward to tomorrow. i have work from 12 to 4, stephen, i'm guessing during this time will be roaming around and probably picking out one of the weirdest bouquets for me, probably just the most expensive, then he'll conveniently forget to take the price of before he hands it to me. he'll probably try to meet me at work... take the bus. write me a poem or a 'flow' or another interpretation of myself into a piano piece, and yes, all of the above are from previous experiences.
it's sweet, it is, but he's just... i don't know. maybe i expect too much?