December 2008
8 posts
I dreamt you loved me still.
And that you didn’t have that stupid haircut.
It was so beautiful.
“I rolled! I rell!”
They should make a beverage out of pickle juice.
It’s fucking delicious.
I am quite possibly the lamest person on earth.
I want to make out with someone more than I want almost anything else.
Last night I was lying in bed trying to think about kissing without thinking about Icky and I ended up resorting to what is usually considered late elementary school patheticness — I made out with my own palm (which sent tingles down my arm, thank you very much).
…Anyway. The point I was attempting to illustrate...
