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there has been an on going battle between jenni and i once the two of us discovered that our lives did in fact seem to in fact fallow the same outline of the cult hit movie ghost world. our motives are....
1. to bother people when we have a little time to kill.
2. to make up awful stories about people we pass along the many streets we cross.
3. to give nick name to people who never thought they needed them.
every time someone brings up the resemblance to this cinematic piece of work we enviably are asked "so which one of you is enid?" {no one cares about becky because she is boring in the movie and only shows up to bitch about items at crate and barrel} for the longest time neither one of us had an answer. the mere thought of this would stump us girls.
"well you dress like youre going to a costume party every night so you must be enid"
"yeah...wait...you do too asshole"
"oh yeah"
jenni was rereading the graphic novel the other day and finally came across the answer we had been searching for this past year and a half....
that dream boy....
that boy that doesnt exists...
i know that boy
its that boy with that face that hurts to look at when i flip thought photos because my heart knows it been too long since ive seen it in person.
its that boy that i will not be able to touch four and a half months.
its that boy that im crazy about but can not utter a word to for eight days at a time.
its that boy that makes me feel beautiful, wonderful, and completely ridicules all at once.
i miss feeling that way. im tired of waiting to not be sad and lonely.
1. to bother people when we have a little time to kill.
2. to make up awful stories about people we pass along the many streets we cross.
3. to give nick name to people who never thought they needed them.
every time someone brings up the resemblance to this cinematic piece of work we enviably are asked "so which one of you is enid?" {no one cares about becky because she is boring in the movie and only shows up to bitch about items at crate and barrel} for the longest time neither one of us had an answer. the mere thought of this would stump us girls.
"well you dress like youre going to a costume party every night so you must be enid"
"yeah...wait...you do too asshole"
"oh yeah"
jenni was rereading the graphic novel the other day and finally came across the answer we had been searching for this past year and a half....
that dream boy....
that boy that doesnt exists...
i know that boy
its that boy with that face that hurts to look at when i flip thought photos because my heart knows it been too long since ive seen it in person.
its that boy that i will not be able to touch four and a half months.
its that boy that im crazy about but can not utter a word to for eight days at a time.
its that boy that makes me feel beautiful, wonderful, and completely ridicules all at once.
i miss feeling that way. im tired of waiting to not be sad and lonely.