I'm In This Prison; It Was Meant For You
what a long week and a weird fucking day. I keep thinking that next week is finals, and it's not, and I REALLY wish it were. I want to be out of school so bad, it's ridiculous. I want to talk to a lot of people I haven't wanted to talk to in a long time. This morning seems like it was ages ago.
I finally talked to Eddy Boyfriend, who actually has a name and it is Josh. He's also 27. And has noticed eme around "for sure." And.. well, I'm sure that's that. He's still walking perfection to me. He even has a cute, messed up pompadour under his cabby hat. And a whole bunch of cool tattoos. Man.... I long.... I want to cut my hair and dye it, and I want to step into yet ANOTHER incarnation of Paige. I'm like Vishnu, sometimes, I think. All one thing with many different manifestations. But I think now I need to sleep. Or something. I dunno. I need something, I know that much.
I finally talked to Eddy Boyfriend, who actually has a name and it is Josh. He's also 27. And has noticed eme around "for sure." And.. well, I'm sure that's that. He's still walking perfection to me. He even has a cute, messed up pompadour under his cabby hat. And a whole bunch of cool tattoos. Man.... I long.... I want to cut my hair and dye it, and I want to step into yet ANOTHER incarnation of Paige. I'm like Vishnu, sometimes, I think. All one thing with many different manifestations. But I think now I need to sleep. Or something. I dunno. I need something, I know that much.