Thank you, Maynard James Keenan
I saw the cutest guy at Publix last night. He was getting a sub as I pushed the cart by to go return something to the shelves. So I decided, hey. I should get a sub too. (Oh, by the way, he was wearing a tool tshirt, as was I, which was the main reason I acted so boldly).
Nice shirt.
Over the next few minutes while we chatted I did my best to act as if I knew anything about hip music and pretended to be a charming, interesting person. Tattoos peeked out from the neck- and arm-holes of his tshirt-- he must have most of his back inked. I don't remember any piercings, though. He was a bit taller than me (I like 'em a little taller, usually), lean frame, brown hair and eyes. I was about to ask his name, but his sub was done and he said that he didn't usually find people like me around here, and that he'd look forward to seeing me around... I would too. My course of putting-things-back led me to him again just a minute later, but I didn't want it to look like I was following him, it was too soon to 'run into' each other again. Unfortunately, my mother being my mother screwed up my PERFECT timing to reconnect at the check-out line. Dammit. Oh well, things look promising. I can't stand another moment with Matteo, and I've said that I really don't want to meet again; his fellow CVS Pharmacy employee turned out to be one self-centered, dumbass prick.
And the final word, I suppose, about boys... Bush is sending another 20k soldiers to Iraq, which, under any other circumstances, I would say that he should've done this ages ago... like, from the beginning. But seeing as Nate's more than ever likely to be sent, I have to say that the decision scares me. Really, as much as I should hate the guy, I'm still painfully in love with him. And I don't want him to be hurt... *sighs*
I'm such a dumbass. This is ridiculous. Just ignore me.
Nice shirt.
Over the next few minutes while we chatted I did my best to act as if I knew anything about hip music and pretended to be a charming, interesting person. Tattoos peeked out from the neck- and arm-holes of his tshirt-- he must have most of his back inked. I don't remember any piercings, though. He was a bit taller than me (I like 'em a little taller, usually), lean frame, brown hair and eyes. I was about to ask his name, but his sub was done and he said that he didn't usually find people like me around here, and that he'd look forward to seeing me around... I would too. My course of putting-things-back led me to him again just a minute later, but I didn't want it to look like I was following him, it was too soon to 'run into' each other again. Unfortunately, my mother being my mother screwed up my PERFECT timing to reconnect at the check-out line. Dammit. Oh well, things look promising. I can't stand another moment with Matteo, and I've said that I really don't want to meet again; his fellow CVS Pharmacy employee turned out to be one self-centered, dumbass prick.
And the final word, I suppose, about boys... Bush is sending another 20k soldiers to Iraq, which, under any other circumstances, I would say that he should've done this ages ago... like, from the beginning. But seeing as Nate's more than ever likely to be sent, I have to say that the decision scares me. Really, as much as I should hate the guy, I'm still painfully in love with him. And I don't want him to be hurt... *sighs*
I'm such a dumbass. This is ridiculous. Just ignore me.