i need some kind of manual to deal with the opposite sex. really, i'm not cutting it right now.
seriously.
i don't have any idea what i'm doing.
i'm too fucking self-absorbed to talk with a shy person. i really wish i could ask her questions, but i don't have any, i don't really want to know anything. whenever she has something to say, i want to hear it, but i apparently have no interest in anything besides myself. i am such a fuckhole sometimes.
i don't even know what to do.
one minute i'm totally obsessed, next thing you know she's trying to talk me out of liking her, next minute confused as hell, next minute, she's making me laugh, she's cute as hell, and she's charmed the pants off of me (not really, my pants stayed firmly attached)...
the point is i don't know whats going on and i just wanna be kissed.
***
fuck my job. fuck my job. fuck my job.
that's really all i have to say about that.
y'know what, if i think about my job i'm gonna get pissed and i am already pissed, so i'm just gonna listen to joy division and go to sleep. the girl was kind enough to lend me a joy division cd AND her discman (cuz mine broke yesterday whilst scaling and then jumping off a 7 foot wall while trying to find plaingurl's uncles house). now i don't have to deal with the mutants on the 66 bus. i can listen to music.
seriously.
i don't have any idea what i'm doing.
i'm too fucking self-absorbed to talk with a shy person. i really wish i could ask her questions, but i don't have any, i don't really want to know anything. whenever she has something to say, i want to hear it, but i apparently have no interest in anything besides myself. i am such a fuckhole sometimes.
i don't even know what to do.
one minute i'm totally obsessed, next thing you know she's trying to talk me out of liking her, next minute confused as hell, next minute, she's making me laugh, she's cute as hell, and she's charmed the pants off of me (not really, my pants stayed firmly attached)...
the point is i don't know whats going on and i just wanna be kissed.
***
fuck my job. fuck my job. fuck my job.
that's really all i have to say about that.
y'know what, if i think about my job i'm gonna get pissed and i am already pissed, so i'm just gonna listen to joy division and go to sleep. the girl was kind enough to lend me a joy division cd AND her discman (cuz mine broke yesterday whilst scaling and then jumping off a 7 foot wall while trying to find plaingurl's uncles house). now i don't have to deal with the mutants on the 66 bus. i can listen to music.
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Last night I had the priviledge of sleeping at my Prince Charming's house in Brentwood (nice part of LA, really nice). Beautiful. Got to be kissed and all the rest of the menu... but it was not quite where it should be.
It felt off. And that is why I need to fall in love, head over heels.
Why don't you move out to California to live with me? We could quell our churning brains bombared by waves of thought.
yep, I rock sometimes. You rock all the time.
~ the angel*