i think i need to go die now...
am i completely incapable of having an adult conversation with the one hot duder on this godforsaken campus?
The answer would of course be no.
dammit.
I finally get the nerve to talk to said hot duder and if one could even consider our tired chit chat a conversation, it didn't go quite so well.
He was polite, as i expected, but the conversation was rather short, bland, and rather awkward.
fuck.
i am a relatively intelligent person, but put me in the proximity of a younger hotter gentleman, and i have diarhhea of the mouth.
I think i freaked him out too because i accidently found him while drunk cruising on myspace, and i swear it was an accident.
something tells me he isn't so sure.
in any event, i now having nothing to distract me during my morning class, although he rarely shows up, and i will probably start dressing like a raggamuffin again, as i have completely shattered the tiny shred of hope that would assume that i could even get close to chillin with a cool kid.
sigh.
good night my darlings.
p.s. i am partying in berkeley this saturday and will post the details of said event later this week if anyone is down to make an appearance. its a costume shindig, and i, of course, am going as a high class hooker as the tradition would call for.
sweet dreams
The answer would of course be no.
dammit.
I finally get the nerve to talk to said hot duder and if one could even consider our tired chit chat a conversation, it didn't go quite so well.
He was polite, as i expected, but the conversation was rather short, bland, and rather awkward.
fuck.
i am a relatively intelligent person, but put me in the proximity of a younger hotter gentleman, and i have diarhhea of the mouth.
I think i freaked him out too because i accidently found him while drunk cruising on myspace, and i swear it was an accident.
something tells me he isn't so sure.
in any event, i now having nothing to distract me during my morning class, although he rarely shows up, and i will probably start dressing like a raggamuffin again, as i have completely shattered the tiny shred of hope that would assume that i could even get close to chillin with a cool kid.
sigh.
good night my darlings.
p.s. i am partying in berkeley this saturday and will post the details of said event later this week if anyone is down to make an appearance. its a costume shindig, and i, of course, am going as a high class hooker as the tradition would call for.
sweet dreams