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ok so while at work i changed my mind about my birthday.
I want to go to the city so I can go to Generation Records. I shall have a field day. Then i want to go to Serendipity because I have never ever been there. And that's all I want to do and I want to fit quiznos in there somewhere. Aren't I a classy broad?
I feel so freakin fat!!!!!! I don't understand it. Really I don't. Cuz I pinch my stomach and there's not a lot to grab and yet i feel like I am busting out of my jeans and underwear and what-have-you. It's disgusting. the only thing I can blame it on is that for the past two nights i've eaten before going to bed and really salty foods at that. Today at work I stayed away from the bagel place. I want to go shopping but alas there's no one to go with. I want to go to roosevelt field mall. not smithaven. where the hell are you doug? hmm i don't really wanna go there all by myself. it's so far. it's not as if I haven't before. just i don't feel like it today. but then i wanna come home and be alone. is that weird? maybe.
i've had two cups of coffee today. I'm trying to keep myself from eating so much. and I told myself nooo soda. I'm gonna stop with that. So water is all I can drink and if you think about it, think of all the money i will save not buying a dumb soda cuz water is free.
besides me feeling fat and ugly lately, some guy asked me for my number at work today. i met him when i was getting allyson her bagel. he asked me if i worked at blockbuster and i thought to myself...no i just like to wear this gay uniform becuz i like the colors...and then he said he was thinking about applying there and if it was an easy job. bla bla bla. so later on he came into the store and i applied. on the way out he asked about the drug test. as if i couldn't tell he was a pothead. and i told him they didn't test me. he left and then came back in mins later just to ask for my number. his name is zack and that is all i know. he's zack and a stoner. boy do i attract winners.
why can't i just find someone who's tall...not too skinny and not too fat. who's got dark hair and light eyes. who's got nice not too muscular arms adorned with cool tattoos. someone who likes the same bands as i do and doesn't mind driving around aimlessly whether it's us talking or singling along to the radio. and most importantly...someone who knows me better than to get me flowers, candies, or stupid dolls and who will make me something i like.,..put some thought into it. make me a mixtape. it would be the equivalent to lloyd dobler standing outside diane's window holding the boombox over his head blasting in your eyes by peter gabriel. i want someone that makes me laugh really hard and who thinks i'm funny. and who will play wrestle with me and not be all stand offish or get hurt too easily. i don't want to date a fag or someone weaker than me. i dunno that's all i want at the moment or all that i care to share.
if you know of anyone who fits those qualifications send them my way.
"put your foot on the gas. get me the fuck outta here."
I want to go to the city so I can go to Generation Records. I shall have a field day. Then i want to go to Serendipity because I have never ever been there. And that's all I want to do and I want to fit quiznos in there somewhere. Aren't I a classy broad?
I feel so freakin fat!!!!!! I don't understand it. Really I don't. Cuz I pinch my stomach and there's not a lot to grab and yet i feel like I am busting out of my jeans and underwear and what-have-you. It's disgusting. the only thing I can blame it on is that for the past two nights i've eaten before going to bed and really salty foods at that. Today at work I stayed away from the bagel place. I want to go shopping but alas there's no one to go with. I want to go to roosevelt field mall. not smithaven. where the hell are you doug? hmm i don't really wanna go there all by myself. it's so far. it's not as if I haven't before. just i don't feel like it today. but then i wanna come home and be alone. is that weird? maybe.
i've had two cups of coffee today. I'm trying to keep myself from eating so much. and I told myself nooo soda. I'm gonna stop with that. So water is all I can drink and if you think about it, think of all the money i will save not buying a dumb soda cuz water is free.
besides me feeling fat and ugly lately, some guy asked me for my number at work today. i met him when i was getting allyson her bagel. he asked me if i worked at blockbuster and i thought to myself...no i just like to wear this gay uniform becuz i like the colors...and then he said he was thinking about applying there and if it was an easy job. bla bla bla. so later on he came into the store and i applied. on the way out he asked about the drug test. as if i couldn't tell he was a pothead. and i told him they didn't test me. he left and then came back in mins later just to ask for my number. his name is zack and that is all i know. he's zack and a stoner. boy do i attract winners.
why can't i just find someone who's tall...not too skinny and not too fat. who's got dark hair and light eyes. who's got nice not too muscular arms adorned with cool tattoos. someone who likes the same bands as i do and doesn't mind driving around aimlessly whether it's us talking or singling along to the radio. and most importantly...someone who knows me better than to get me flowers, candies, or stupid dolls and who will make me something i like.,..put some thought into it. make me a mixtape. it would be the equivalent to lloyd dobler standing outside diane's window holding the boombox over his head blasting in your eyes by peter gabriel. i want someone that makes me laugh really hard and who thinks i'm funny. and who will play wrestle with me and not be all stand offish or get hurt too easily. i don't want to date a fag or someone weaker than me. i dunno that's all i want at the moment or all that i care to share.
if you know of anyone who fits those qualifications send them my way.
"put your foot on the gas. get me the fuck outta here."