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There's a stack of magazines next to me crying out to be flipped through over and over again until the stapled spines are bleeding with appreciation.
My friend is playing songs over his microphone so my own music keeps getting interrupted. The boy certainly does have some interesting choices.
My dress shirt hangs in the closet with a considerable amount of breathing room between it and the others. I haven't worn it yet but I keep imagining going out into the world wearing that and boxers because sometimes a boy needs to feel pretty and scandalous at the same time.
My friend's leaving for Romania and it hasn't hit me she won't be here for literally weeks. Somehow I doubt the online world will be seeing much of my chubby-cheeked ambivalence for a while.
I'm on that damn Neopets site like it was some hot awkward boy who photographs / writes / draws. I'm beginning to suspect that they place subliminal messages in those cute little animal things they offer us.
My playlist seems so bare. If you could take it upon yourselves to offer this musical vagrant some recommendations, you will be helping make the world go round. Provided that mixes that are slightly less shitty make the world go round, of course.
Joshy smells a bit too much like me for my liking but the thought of him ripping in the washer is far more scary than the thought of cuddling with someone who uses the same deodorant as me.
The thought of meeting someone who has bed head and wears pajama bottoms is very, very exciting. Or maybe just someone with bed head. Yes, yes. Very exciting.
It feels good to smile. The fact that I don't care how fat my face gets or how squinty my eyes go makes it even better. Getting the ole wire fencing off my teeth will make me orgasm for days.
Beautiful books line my bed. Thank you for lending me Troll. I approve :)
My family is seriously starting to worry about my memory. I don't know streets or dates or even names. I don't worry. As long as it isn't important, I have it covered.
I still haven't danced. Or swayed drunkenly. But I daydream of it often. One of you should teach me. I would be more appreciative.
I think I'll sleep okay tonight.
My friend is playing songs over his microphone so my own music keeps getting interrupted. The boy certainly does have some interesting choices.
My dress shirt hangs in the closet with a considerable amount of breathing room between it and the others. I haven't worn it yet but I keep imagining going out into the world wearing that and boxers because sometimes a boy needs to feel pretty and scandalous at the same time.
My friend's leaving for Romania and it hasn't hit me she won't be here for literally weeks. Somehow I doubt the online world will be seeing much of my chubby-cheeked ambivalence for a while.
I'm on that damn Neopets site like it was some hot awkward boy who photographs / writes / draws. I'm beginning to suspect that they place subliminal messages in those cute little animal things they offer us.
My playlist seems so bare. If you could take it upon yourselves to offer this musical vagrant some recommendations, you will be helping make the world go round. Provided that mixes that are slightly less shitty make the world go round, of course.
Joshy smells a bit too much like me for my liking but the thought of him ripping in the washer is far more scary than the thought of cuddling with someone who uses the same deodorant as me.
The thought of meeting someone who has bed head and wears pajama bottoms is very, very exciting. Or maybe just someone with bed head. Yes, yes. Very exciting.
It feels good to smile. The fact that I don't care how fat my face gets or how squinty my eyes go makes it even better. Getting the ole wire fencing off my teeth will make me orgasm for days.
Beautiful books line my bed. Thank you for lending me Troll. I approve :)
My family is seriously starting to worry about my memory. I don't know streets or dates or even names. I don't worry. As long as it isn't important, I have it covered.
I still haven't danced. Or swayed drunkenly. But I daydream of it often. One of you should teach me. I would be more appreciative.
I think I'll sleep okay tonight.