So, in light of being mopey and irritable for the better part of two days, I'm going to post an entry based entirely around me being an emo schmuck.
These are the things I would like, please.
Cook food in a beautiful kitchen with me. Read to me in my cave of a bedroom while I play with your hair. Hug me when you see me, just because you want to- with no sense of obligation. Laugh at my jokes when I'm hammered, even though you and I both know that I'm not funny, especially when I'm drunk. Tell me to piss off when I need somebody to. Drink tea and play board games with me on a Friday night. Fall asleep on park benches and hold my hand on crowded streets. Pour gin down my chest and lick it up while laughing, smiling, cracking the funniest of the funny jokes. Sit with me on beaches of marmalade sand, eating tiramisu and twirling striped umbrellas. Take me up on a ferris wheel because I've never been on one before, and kiss me at the top. Never act pretentious just for the sake of being pretentious, unless it's in jest. Curse like a sailor. Try hard not to take me for granted, and I'll do the same in response. Love me hard and fast and pretend like we're never going to hurt one another. Realize that I'm probably not going to change very much from the way I am right now, and like me just the way I am.
Apply within if interested. Or something. I dunno.
I've decided that nobody is allowed in my bed unless they are prepared to spoon with me. That is the new rule.
After work tonight, my roommate and I put on our matching star-covered knee socks, mixed raspberry vodka with cream soda, and watched Bridget Jones' Diary. We were sassy and it was comforting. Feeling this way is so trite.
Right now I would just appreciate a back massage and someone to say "You're okay, darling girl. There is nothing wrong with you that isn't wrong with everybody else. You are ever so peachy keen."
LiveJournal's down (insert panic attack here!), so SG gets my whine-tastic mumblings this evening. Lucky, lucky.
These are the things I would like, please.
Cook food in a beautiful kitchen with me. Read to me in my cave of a bedroom while I play with your hair. Hug me when you see me, just because you want to- with no sense of obligation. Laugh at my jokes when I'm hammered, even though you and I both know that I'm not funny, especially when I'm drunk. Tell me to piss off when I need somebody to. Drink tea and play board games with me on a Friday night. Fall asleep on park benches and hold my hand on crowded streets. Pour gin down my chest and lick it up while laughing, smiling, cracking the funniest of the funny jokes. Sit with me on beaches of marmalade sand, eating tiramisu and twirling striped umbrellas. Take me up on a ferris wheel because I've never been on one before, and kiss me at the top. Never act pretentious just for the sake of being pretentious, unless it's in jest. Curse like a sailor. Try hard not to take me for granted, and I'll do the same in response. Love me hard and fast and pretend like we're never going to hurt one another. Realize that I'm probably not going to change very much from the way I am right now, and like me just the way I am.
Apply within if interested. Or something. I dunno.
I've decided that nobody is allowed in my bed unless they are prepared to spoon with me. That is the new rule.
After work tonight, my roommate and I put on our matching star-covered knee socks, mixed raspberry vodka with cream soda, and watched Bridget Jones' Diary. We were sassy and it was comforting. Feeling this way is so trite.
Right now I would just appreciate a back massage and someone to say "You're okay, darling girl. There is nothing wrong with you that isn't wrong with everybody else. You are ever so peachy keen."
LiveJournal's down (insert panic attack here!), so SG gets my whine-tastic mumblings this evening. Lucky, lucky.
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troglodyte:
Oh, yeah, sweet and cute and stuff. Worth the cootie risk for sure. I think the cootie infection rate drops considerably when the cootie carrier happens to be cute.
schism13:
Not drunk, not stoned, SICK today......tired....