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Panade from Leftovers →
I can’t wait to try out this recipie
Things that make me smile.
I’m not very close friends with any girls in sororities, this makes me happy. There’s a good number who are in sororities and i have nothing against them to be honest, and i do have friends of friend, and even almost semi close friends, who are in sororities, but no close friends.
Sometimes I question holding onto then, but then I realize that’s when I was the happiest, oblivious to a lot of reality sure, but still, I was happy. What happened last summer? Tell me, the way you saw it all happen, tell me how you ended up where you are now since then, just so I can shut up. This really has been the most unhappy I’ve ever been, I’ve become cynical this year,...
You know its rather embarrassing but when I’ve had a bottle of wine to drink i do tend to glance at her breasts a bit more then I should, I really do hope that if she notices (and of course she must notice) she takes it as a compliment. Its just the tops she wears always drape around them, they are so loose fitting, and always some soft color between white and cream, the fabric is always...
Note on Girls #7
Pretty girls are jelous of boring girls who seem to charming to boys who they have no interest in charming themselves. These boring girls try to ignore their jealousy of the pretty girls, go so far as to convince themselves that they are no vain. Its interesting. No judgement here, just interesting to hear it from them.
To the pretty lovey little things
I rather like knowing so many pretty girls in my life, they all bring such simple joy to my heart.
Red prom dress
I wish it was me that got a chance to take you in your dress in my arms. It’s been so many years. I haven’t seen you in ages, haven’t talked in months, I know what you look like, but not from any personal experience, why so long? How do I feel? I feel just fine, normal, ordinary. I no longer have a body or even a heart for you. Just memories I will never forget, and a soul so worn away that I...
Girls in my rooms.
I love you all but who are you?
Some days you wake up at 5am. Like wake the fuck up. Abruptly, immediatly, and in a cold sweat. I don’t remember if there was a bad dream, hell I don’t even remember really sleeping beforehand. Also why is it on the days I look the worst and wear the worst clothing do I always gain the attention of and meet and chat up girls? Seriously maybe the grunge era has something…or...
Life is a Draft
Time to get used to this system of blogging since I’ll be swapping over after my final post on blogger, sure they sync here but it’s not the same. Either way I just want a decent platform for public publishing anything and everything BUT that is not face book. I really feel like purging my account. There’s this strange noise, it’s frequent but not consistent. Sounds like dripping water but not in...
Your tag along in my dreams, did you know that? It begins with you but it ends with some other girl. Its almost perplexing how even my own subconscious is trying to slow overwrite old data. raspberry vodka root beer orange bugs a crazy waterfront home built over a river an old man’s funeral his books his mistress’ affair. That dusty room with nothing more then a vacuum, a rubber band,...
What do I do with all this stuff that I know about you, its like I’ve studied for an exam that I’ll never get to take. I’m an expert in nothing, its all useless. Maybe I ought to train the next bloke.