...in the gaps between words...i'd like to tell you how much i love you.
fuck. the world is gruesome.
>>this picture shows sam riley with his new german girlfriend alexandra maria lara. <<
fuck lara. no...don't she's quite ok. GO AWAY.
...
i somehow got 'invited' to a birthday party last wednesday but i didn't go. why the hell didn't i?
instead i was sitting on my bed, noshing and watching the trash they call telly...this boy scares
me. that's why i didn't go. he is a friend of the boyfriend of a turkish friend of mine and he has
obviously a crush on me. that's what she says so far. her boyfriend says that too. everything
would be ok if there wouldn't be the fact that he acts quite weird when i'm around. once i stood
there at a bus stop, waiting for mine to come and then there he was. i already knew what this
all was about. he scuffled easily to me and with a smile he was like: 'hey, wanna visit me or what?!'
i almost chocked on my bap, but instead of that i answered as polite ast the situation wanted me to
be : 'no.' and kept eating. that obviously embarassed him a bit so he continued: ' i was just thinking,
because...well...my house is right there' and he pointed with his finger. i didn' t follow the wink. can
you image that two weeks before that he was living just two houses next to me? 'ehem...and that's why we don't meet at the bus stop before school anymore, y' know?' thank god.
so yesterday my friend told me how sad he was during his party that i didn't come with them.
he was expecting me. he called me kathi. he doesn't know me so why does the think he's the
one calling me kathi?!
remember massage girl? i'm going to see her in a few minutes. she wanted me to smoke with
her already. this is getting serious, heheee. maybe she also wants me to have her babies...oooh god.
just two theory lessons left and i can begin my driving lessons huzzah!
one last note to 'the world is gruesome': my friend called me yesterday night to tell me she can't go
to the gossip gig in a few weeks in cologne. now i certainly have to ask ally. never mind that you
don't know her...you won't anyway. fuck.
>>this picture shows sam riley with his new german girlfriend alexandra maria lara. <<
fuck lara. no...don't she's quite ok. GO AWAY.
...
i somehow got 'invited' to a birthday party last wednesday but i didn't go. why the hell didn't i?
instead i was sitting on my bed, noshing and watching the trash they call telly...this boy scares
me. that's why i didn't go. he is a friend of the boyfriend of a turkish friend of mine and he has
obviously a crush on me. that's what she says so far. her boyfriend says that too. everything
would be ok if there wouldn't be the fact that he acts quite weird when i'm around. once i stood
there at a bus stop, waiting for mine to come and then there he was. i already knew what this
all was about. he scuffled easily to me and with a smile he was like: 'hey, wanna visit me or what?!'
i almost chocked on my bap, but instead of that i answered as polite ast the situation wanted me to
be : 'no.' and kept eating. that obviously embarassed him a bit so he continued: ' i was just thinking,
because...well...my house is right there' and he pointed with his finger. i didn' t follow the wink. can
you image that two weeks before that he was living just two houses next to me? 'ehem...and that's why we don't meet at the bus stop before school anymore, y' know?' thank god.
so yesterday my friend told me how sad he was during his party that i didn't come with them.
he was expecting me. he called me kathi. he doesn't know me so why does the think he's the
one calling me kathi?!
remember massage girl? i'm going to see her in a few minutes. she wanted me to smoke with
her already. this is getting serious, heheee. maybe she also wants me to have her babies...oooh god.
just two theory lessons left and i can begin my driving lessons huzzah!
one last note to 'the world is gruesome': my friend called me yesterday night to tell me she can't go
to the gossip gig in a few weeks in cologne. now i certainly have to ask ally. never mind that you
don't know her...you won't anyway. fuck.