February 2012
recap of gift giving
i’ve progressed. my anxiety now causes lotsa cutesy movement and impulsive touching.
i loved that no one was at his work. otherwise i would have threw the package as if it were a grenade, said something off-putting, and ran off, but nope. got to hug and bury my face in his arm as he wrote “hairy butthole” on the front of the card and read the “happy i met you…”...
hehe
HOO HAA HEEE HEEEE HEE HAA HEEE HEEEE HEE
I’M SO SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!! HE JUST TOLD ME WHICH JOB HE WAS AT…I’M SO SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
ABOUT TO DO THE BDAY THING
O_O
Haven't been bumping my Brotha Lynch Hung playlist...
whymanwhy:
GRRRR
favorite track??
who wants to chat with me?
AIM: aemilia lanyer
times when creative impulse is most potent:
-procrastinating for school
-waiting in the DMV
-long drives
-horny and can’t release for wtvr reason
-hallucinations
-when i’m sad
-when i’m in love
-when i feel too depressed to see anyone
-reading about politics
-learning about other cultures
-when i’m angry
-learning intimate details about the people i know personally
@ iggyp
HAHa! good question… plan b, in case he gets Hairy Buttocks right, i will master the art of a closely shaven vulva.
edit: it will mean a great deal considering i’ve always told him i will not shave my vag. for anyone.
wat i plan to do for cafe dude's bday
i am going to bring a balloon to his work, a balloon tied to a DGK tek dek finger board. i am going to give him a homemade happy meal: his favorite Vons bakery sandwich and a surprise Green Lantern (his fav. super hero) party favor in the lunch bag.
i’m going to give him a card. the theme is hangman (because that is what we play while waiting for food).
the front reads “H_ _ _ y B_ _...
X Raided - Return of Da Baby Killa
song-lyrics-and-meanings:
Full song lyrics: X Raided - Return of Da Baby Killa You better pray When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho Cock it back slow Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go BOOM! Pussy-guts all over the room If you ain’t seen it, Then you’re fiendin’ For the meanin’ Of that nina of doom 2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches ou…
Full song...
i was so cute….and not guarded….and nice…and cuddly…and conversational. i rule.
i’m going to give him a card and balloon at work on his birthday. heehee. :3
going to wear this with stockings and platform-y shoes.
i’ve been erasing the wing for ten minutes. is the wing too extravagant?
no, i think it looks cool…ok i need to leave now.
can't even put my eye liner on straight
with a wing on da end.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@@#23123@#@#!@$#@$#@#@
ANXIETY ABOUT INTIMACY IS SO COOL
YOU NEVER GET BORED
ITS LIKE I’M IN LOVE WITH MY COLLEGE PROFESSOR ALL OVER AGIAN.
again again again
i spelled something wrong
spank me
@ mazzyj
HOO HAA HEEEEE ..i dont know if i want to call him tonite…should i call him? ok, i do know i want to, but i’m getting that feeling like i’m staring into a pit of sharp knives ready to jump. i hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee himmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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DUUUUUUDE
why the fuck am i dreaming about listening to Selena and gushing over cafe dude….
and proceeding to do it in ‘real life’ when i wake up
FUCK, SELENA, REALLY?
a former stalker called me at 5 a.m. and left a weird fucking message on my phone…and i’ve been having those crying dreams about vicky again. i thought i got rid of this shit already.
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i don't know why i woke up this way
i feel self conscious right now…need to remind myself that nobody’s watching…nobody cares. aimlessly writing this in this box. everyone else is aimlessly writing in their own box, blinking their own universe wondering what people are thinking of them…so its pretty farfetched to imagine what people are thinking of me and assuming that that imagined opinion is correct or even...
“It’s sad to fall asleep. It separates people. Even when you’re sleeping...”
– Breathless (1960)
