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Friday, August 8

 
lawrencealquist: because i think you like tony.
 
hey. kay. blah.

so (not to sound concieted??) i think tony porto likes me. i dont wanna blog about this on the gff because zak coxy reads it and he and porto are tight. its weird. i don't know. i dont want tony porto to like me. i feel like maybe i could like him if i tried but i just dont want to try. and then i start feeling vain because maybe its because i dont think he's attractive? he's probably got a cool personality. he's trying to fight with me via im. which is kind of cute. but then i remember that i just dont like him like that and it makes me feel dumb and kind of helpless.

ive been single for so long that i think im curling up into the most dry and cynical and unsexed girl in the whole world. i want to meet someone so perfect that i dont need to try and make myself like him. or love him. but that would be even more damaging in the end because i'd go back on everything i've ever promised myself and i don't know. people should just be non-sexual and non-romantic and totally bland and it would be great.

Monday, August 4

 
desperate like a sunset.
the woodgrain followed the prints in my fingertips
feeling like silk against calloused hands.

i promise to make a mix cd for the first man who kisses me and means it.

it was 70s decor, lame yellows
and wood panelling.
pale pink curtains
and an avacado in the sink.
i asked you to go driving with me.
you agreed and we left.

i didn't return you to where you belonged because i didn't like the shelf where i found you and i didn't want to leave you sitting there forever in a dark corner.

the road sang silver in the rain
and the windshield wipers kept an uneven tempo
and i turned off the dashboard lamps and let the
blue moonlight echo through the car.

your lips looked so kissable at one in the morning, and i just smiled and drove.

Don't you Even think about it.

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