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PickledExistence: I want a nice indie girl
MichelleWasLike: i want a nice indie boy
PickledExistence: the ice queens pay no attention to moi
MichelleWasLike: sam....where are all of the indie kids?
PickledExistence: I dunno
PickledExistence: nyc?
MichelleWasLike: i have not boys at my school
PickledExistence: la?
MichelleWasLike: but all teh boys i know
MichelleWasLike: i always end up liking them
MichelleWasLike: and its bad
PickledExistence: uh oh
MichelleWasLike: because im just the kind of girl you're friends with i guess
MichelleWasLike: i hate that
PickledExistence: NO!
PickledExistence: the same goes for me
PickledExistence: 'cept I'm a boy
MichelleWasLike: doesnt it suck
PickledExistence: *yes!
PickledExistence: I no longer want to be just the friend
MichelleWasLike: but its like you think you have a chance with ____ because of how things are between you
MichelleWasLike: but when ever they do sometign
MichelleWasLike: you see it as somethign potentially romantic
PickledExistence: michelle, we need to get slutty with it . . .
PickledExistence: that's our problem
MichelleWasLike: and they see it as sometihgn friendly
PickledExistence: we're old romantics
MichelleWasLike: we are
PickledExistence: we need to upgrade
PickledExistence: become assholes
MichelleWasLike: we need to find those indie kids.. and be more than just friend with them
PickledExistence: but I don't wanna be an asshole
PickledExistence: yeah
PickledExistence: we need to find the indie kid oasis
MichelleWasLike: yeah
MichelleWasLike: *sigh* i want a lover so badly
MichelleWasLike: its making me crazy
PickledExistence: I'm, like, love sick
MichelleWasLike: im like physiclly love sick
MichelleWasLike: when i see him i want ot vomit because im so nervous
MichelleWasLike: i hate shit like that
PickledExistence: how come only my male friends ome onto me? Peteskie: fill me with your sweet nectar
PickledExistence: yeah
PickledExistence: when you talk to the person and your stomach becomes ice and you're like, "god . . ." and just slink away
PickledExistence: because you know thy'll never feel that way about you
MichelleWasLike: i know exactly how that feels
MichelleWasLike: im really unlucky i think
MichelleWasLike: i feel like theres somethign wrong with me.
PickledExistence: no!
PickledExistence: you, my frind, are perfect . . .
PickledExistence: he's the messed up on
PickledExistence: *one
MichelleWasLike: i just hate it like.. see
MichelleWasLike: what makes you like someone?
PickledExistence: intelligence, taste in music (blah!), beauty
PickledExistence: I'm pretty superficial
MichelleWasLike: see. ok.... that what it is for most people
MichelleWasLike: and so this is how it goes...
MichelleWasLike: you meet a person and you two have teh same taste in music, and they think youre intelligent and beautiful or what not
MichelleWasLike: but then they dont like you like that
MichelleWasLike: when really wheter they know it or not its perfect. and i dont get that really
PickledExistence: oh yeah
PickledExistence: like the "i love you, but I'm not IN love with you"
MichelleWasLike: oh, now that is classic
MichelleWasLike: that sentence always makes me cry
MichelleWasLike: i hate when you think that ;why not, i might as well thell them how i feel'
MichelleWasLike: so you do
PickledExistence: hahah
PickledExistence: exactly
MichelleWasLike: and its like a huge emotional slap in the face
MichelleWasLike: god, im such a frickin emo tool
Auto response from PickledExistence: it's like "I love you, but I'm not IN love with you"
MichelleWasLike: shit sam.. you are like a psychic
MichelleWasLike: oh god i love you. you understand everything
I love Sam, but im not IN love with him...