jessicunt

I spent a bit of time in Texas. I miss it at this point. I'm cold up here in Oregon. There's more to deal with here in Oregon. I have a job. But I haven't got the money for a car. I haven't got the money for school coming up. I deal with a boy I don't particularily want to deal with. I don't want him to kiss me. I'd prefer not to be attracted to my frined, but I can't help thinking about important coversations and his hipbones against my drunk thighs. It's all these hipbones I'm attracted to, and boys with more than a handful of tattoos. Boys with piercings and stretched ears. Dyed hair. Tight pants. Bad Mouths but lips for kissing. Dyed hair. Bisexual tendencies.
Seeing as how I went off on a tangent. I'm done with that.
I'm too distracted by the disgusting TV. What exactly am I doing in the living room anyway. I have some new CDs that I could be listening to. Plaing them in my room.
I need to be able to play an instrument.
But first I'm just going to have to get a car.