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Today, and yesterday, and I guess the day before that, I've been thinking about real weird shit. The kind of shit you don't usually tell people about.
Like how you can get syphillus from shaking someon's hands, says our health abstinance speaker, so Jesus probably thinks of shaking hands as a sexual activity. Jesus probably isn't down with STDs, so why aren't more Christians shomer n'giah? I guess the Jews win again.
Or how the movie The Notebook is the sweetest thing I've ever cried while seeing, and it takes place in the forties, so maybe I should live in the forties. So maybe I should try to build a time machine. Becuase I don't think I was born in the right time period. 1943 just feels so right. Also, why can't I be dating Ryan Gosling? Slash sexing him up in a house he built just for me after the war was over.
Also, I'm tired of being seventeen. I think I would like to be in my early thirties. Seventeen sucks, because I can't buy porn, alcohol, or cigarettes. Not that I want to buy cigs. But I can't. I can't even fucking vote.
Anyway... yesterday was Valentine's Day, and I tried to post but my computer was being a heinous bitch. So Happy Belated Valentine's Day. I love V-day. I love the flowers and the cards and the chocolates and the teddy bears that my dad gives me mom.
I'm in Torch now, and I don't have anything else to say. But if I remember something, you'll be the first to know. After God. And Jesus.
Like how you can get syphillus from shaking someon's hands, says our health abstinance speaker, so Jesus probably thinks of shaking hands as a sexual activity. Jesus probably isn't down with STDs, so why aren't more Christians shomer n'giah? I guess the Jews win again.
Or how the movie The Notebook is the sweetest thing I've ever cried while seeing, and it takes place in the forties, so maybe I should live in the forties. So maybe I should try to build a time machine. Becuase I don't think I was born in the right time period. 1943 just feels so right. Also, why can't I be dating Ryan Gosling? Slash sexing him up in a house he built just for me after the war was over.
Also, I'm tired of being seventeen. I think I would like to be in my early thirties. Seventeen sucks, because I can't buy porn, alcohol, or cigarettes. Not that I want to buy cigs. But I can't. I can't even fucking vote.
Anyway... yesterday was Valentine's Day, and I tried to post but my computer was being a heinous bitch. So Happy Belated Valentine's Day. I love V-day. I love the flowers and the cards and the chocolates and the teddy bears that my dad gives me mom.
I'm in Torch now, and I don't have anything else to say. But if I remember something, you'll be the first to know. After God. And Jesus.