this isn't over 'til i say when

[polarme]

i have a new crush.
i think he think he's an artist.
he wore a striped sweater with many colors, and he wore blue pants. he had pretty hair.
and i saw in his eyes that he really was an artist.
his gaze was intense, almost staring.
that's how you know.

i wore a little black dress. and i was tired beyond tired.
and so sweaty.
never have i been to a hotter place than that.
slightly charming though. next time, i will have to bring my own fan.