listen up bitches
i want some fucking comments, stat. these lj comments are the only thing that keeps me going. give me some comments or this will be the last entry you see from johnkilian.
maybe this will get you.
best comment=5 high fives
maybe this will get you.
best comment=5 high fives
oh and i have boobs now, i just saw them like an hour ago and they are looking pretty good but kinda swollen, I WIN! give me high fives...ATLEAST 100 of them.
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Twas the night of Decatur's homecoming and John was quite excited to go. He had spent hours choosing his clothes at home, heatedly pacing his room in a frantic spree, his mind consumed with anticipation. He went through several potential outfits before he chose a very flattering number showing off his height and charming good looks. With that done, John was free to allow his mind to wander the possibilites of the evening. He found no freedom from anxiety here, now musing about the the likelihood of hooking up. He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands, a faint whimper escaping his lips. A few minutes later he resolved that he would simply accept his fate and try not to think too much on it. The doorbell rang at just the right moment to interrupt his thinking. It was his ride. He began to rush outside his room, but paused to turn around and take notice of the lighted space, and gave thought to how many times he had had thoughts like these in these small confines. With a sigh, he flipped the light off and turned to face the evening.
It went pretty well. John had a good time dancing with the ladies and meeting new people at Decatur. He found himself unusually attracted to Peirce that evening, something he had not felt in a considerable while. Though they had been friends for some time, he had never contemplated the possibility of there being more. One would think it strange that a guy would never contemplate romantic involvement with a girl as pretty as Peirce, but you see, John is surrounded by beautiful women and is a busy man. He doesn't have the time to think about romance with every pretty girl he knows. Nonetheless, he did find himself attracted to her this evening. He liked the way she sashayed as she danced to the music, but he especially liked her wild kiss with Randi. That evening, he decided he would try something.
John found himself alone with Peirce later in the evening at the restaraunt. He gazed deep into her eyes and detected what he thought could be some sort of invitation for a kiss. He was unsure if this was truly what it was though. He quietly examined what was at stake. If he moved in and she was shocked and apalled, he was sacrificing a meaningful friendship. Such were the thoughts that plagued John's mind when suddenly Randi came by with her trusty camera and demanded that John and Peirce pose. And that is how we got this little gem.
Alright, alright, thats all kidding, please do not take it seriously. I do not mean to offend anyone. My uncle is here for thanksgiving and I'm burning a bunch of his cds to the computer and found myself with a good ten minutes to sit on the computer with nothing to do. I was originally just going to write "John looks sad" but then I decided it may be interesting to put something more. I really hope this is the longest comment that you have recieved John, and I though I won't be as cocky as to presume I have won, I am in desperate need of some high fives.
I think I'd like to space them out over the course of a few weeks. I'll take one as soon as I win, obviously, but leave the remaining for for when I really need them. On some sad lonely night, I'd give John a call requesting a rendezvous. Though I would play it off as merely for the high five, I would find comfort in the companionship of my fellow man. The simple gracing of my hand against his would just be the tip of the iceberg.
(I don't believe theres any point to not signing this one, you know its me)
- Myles
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if not-myles gets the 5 high fives.
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