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dear creepy boys on the subway:
how could you possibly think a girl with $1 yellow mickey mouse gloves with holes in the fingers and whose make-up-less face is only visible when she lifts her head out of her cosmology textbook to turn the page while unconsiously shuffling her paint splattered sneakers would want to go home with you tonight and/or want you to follow her home??
dear strikingly beautiful boy on the subway:
how dare you smile elusively at a girl on the subway and then proceed ignore fate when you get off at the same stop as her and then transfer onto the very same train and still choose not approach her?
i would like to marry a rich and handsome biologist who can play the steel drums. i'm not sure if my standards are too high or just too specific. not that there is anyone interested to even compare to my ideal anyways.
i still don't have a job, but i've been doing a couple of freelance technical theatre gigs and that's keeping me on my feet. i got a call from my old boss the other day asking me to design and paint two mongolian banners with horse heads and mountain ranges in two days. this is what i came up with:
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b264/petiteenfoiree/IMG_3386.jpg
my italian lit professor sent me an e-mail with no salutation that wasn't signed that simply stated my essay was "a diamond in the rough." that was kind of cool.
these are the kitties that live outside of my bedroom window: http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b264/petiteenfoiree/IMG_3379.jpg
and for anyone that is interested, this is the 13 inches of space in my room that my bed does not take up. i <3 my books. yes, that is a bust of hermione granger on my shelf. screw you.
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b264/petiteenfoiree/IMG_3371.jpg
how could you possibly think a girl with $1 yellow mickey mouse gloves with holes in the fingers and whose make-up-less face is only visible when she lifts her head out of her cosmology textbook to turn the page while unconsiously shuffling her paint splattered sneakers would want to go home with you tonight and/or want you to follow her home??
dear strikingly beautiful boy on the subway:
how dare you smile elusively at a girl on the subway and then proceed ignore fate when you get off at the same stop as her and then transfer onto the very same train and still choose not approach her?
i would like to marry a rich and handsome biologist who can play the steel drums. i'm not sure if my standards are too high or just too specific. not that there is anyone interested to even compare to my ideal anyways.
i still don't have a job, but i've been doing a couple of freelance technical theatre gigs and that's keeping me on my feet. i got a call from my old boss the other day asking me to design and paint two mongolian banners with horse heads and mountain ranges in two days. this is what i came up with:
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b264/petiteenfoiree/IMG_3386.jpg
my italian lit professor sent me an e-mail with no salutation that wasn't signed that simply stated my essay was "a diamond in the rough." that was kind of cool.
these are the kitties that live outside of my bedroom window: http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b264/petiteenfoiree/IMG_3379.jpg
and for anyone that is interested, this is the 13 inches of space in my room that my bed does not take up. i <3 my books. yes, that is a bust of hermione granger on my shelf. screw you.
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b264/petiteenfoiree/IMG_3371.jpg
