last night i hit on my boyfriend a lot. like, tons.
not as much from him, but i faced rejection, but got back up on that crazy wobbly horse and did it again. maybe a little magic happened when i wasn't looking, but this was a good morning.
(do i put my arm over? do i stay to my side? why would i be here if i wasn't supposed to move?)
...
we kicked that liter's ass. well... almost. and by we i'm speaking mainly for myself. had good help though.
...
got sick*, didn't toss.
mixture:
indian food consisting of shrimp, potatoes, tomatoes and legumes in a red sauce.
stolichnaya vanil, 4 drinks, tall drinks.
---jones' soda root beer
---minute maid orange juice
bacardi limon, taken as shots.
pizza.
*
glass of water.
what was i thinking?
...
lots of crazy text messages. i don't remember all i said.
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jade says i have a beautiful voice. i was told to put it to good use. i said i'm trying, when in reality i'm not trying at all.
sometime, i'll play for passers by in downtown. maybe that dick from the corporate gig will walk by and make fun of me again. maybe i'll shoot him a look that will make him think twice.
...
who the FUCK am i?
is the question. the other question being, did i actually say "i love you"? because i've been trying not to say that. i've been trying not to go back there. i've tried hard, very hard. did i actually say that?
...
i think i'm in love with somebody's mom. at least with her ability to come up with kick ass names. hasn't anyone ever mentioned that before?
...
woke up for the third time with little sleep, felt semi-dead. got up off the floor, checked on a schedule, switched beds.
locked doors.
icy room, renovated from a porch i gathered.
slept again, several hours this time. woke up like millions of dollars. confused with no headache. stomach empty but passive, no paings. felt like i'd ingested gallons of water, felt cleaner than i should have. felt safe, but pensive.
lots of messy hair. lots of light and everything gleamed.
coffee.
let's do this again sometime.
not as much from him, but i faced rejection, but got back up on that crazy wobbly horse and did it again. maybe a little magic happened when i wasn't looking, but this was a good morning.
(do i put my arm over? do i stay to my side? why would i be here if i wasn't supposed to move?)
...
we kicked that liter's ass. well... almost. and by we i'm speaking mainly for myself. had good help though.
...
got sick*, didn't toss.
mixture:
indian food consisting of shrimp, potatoes, tomatoes and legumes in a red sauce.
stolichnaya vanil, 4 drinks, tall drinks.
---jones' soda root beer
---minute maid orange juice
bacardi limon, taken as shots.
pizza.
*
glass of water.
what was i thinking?
...
lots of crazy text messages. i don't remember all i said.
...
jade says i have a beautiful voice. i was told to put it to good use. i said i'm trying, when in reality i'm not trying at all.
sometime, i'll play for passers by in downtown. maybe that dick from the corporate gig will walk by and make fun of me again. maybe i'll shoot him a look that will make him think twice.
...
who the FUCK am i?
is the question. the other question being, did i actually say "i love you"? because i've been trying not to say that. i've been trying not to go back there. i've tried hard, very hard. did i actually say that?
...
i think i'm in love with somebody's mom. at least with her ability to come up with kick ass names. hasn't anyone ever mentioned that before?
...
woke up for the third time with little sleep, felt semi-dead. got up off the floor, checked on a schedule, switched beds.
locked doors.
icy room, renovated from a porch i gathered.
slept again, several hours this time. woke up like millions of dollars. confused with no headache. stomach empty but passive, no paings. felt like i'd ingested gallons of water, felt cleaner than i should have. felt safe, but pensive.
lots of messy hair. lots of light and everything gleamed.
coffee.
let's do this again sometime.
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