I saw this cute guy walking down the street today. He was all buddled up because it's finally getting cold in Boston. Then when I looked closer it was the Hottie. Hahaha. I mean, that's pretty damn funny. I've never seen him wear a hat before. I really should stop liking him.

I think all things are called off with Jon. See, not that anyone reads this...but that bottom post is about him...well, one of them at least. He did come on Sunday to come visit me and my friends. But I found all these terrible horrible things about him. I mean, all the boy does is smoke pot and cigarettes and watch cartoons and work on his punktronica album and slam poems. I mean, I don't really like slam poetry. It's not about real emotions like real poetry...it's about evoking emotions out of others and showing off your "rapping" type skills. Personally, I'm a real poet. I'm not here to make anyone else happy but my fucking self. I hate this. I hate procrastination. I hate looking cute and not being able to attract any of the male species at my OWN fucking college. I mean, what's up with that? Will I ever have a punk boyfriend of my own. Probably not.

Ok, new boy criteria here: Must be sensitive, must be cuddly, must be outgoing, sense of humor, must know great beat poets, earrings are a plus, nipples rings are a huge plus, nose ring - optional, wacky out of control hair - preferably brown or dyed blonde with brown roots, blue eyes, tall...6 foot is nice, must like ska, punk, smashing pumpkins, and weezer, must be a poet, must have one of those punk belts, must have at least one pair of converse chuck taylors, tattoo...maybe, adventurous, silly, very skinny, good kisser, will tuck me in at night and read me poetry by Ginsberg until i close my eyes, must compliment me, and take compliments...puhleeze nothing is less attractive than someone that will not believe that you think they're cute, ballroom dancer, musician...would be nice if they could play guitar (the ultimate phallic instrument) or trumpet, knows jazz...Dave Bobeck (sp)...nice *smiles*, is willing to be wrong, willing to learn new things, watch cuhrazy movies with me, and snuggling...and cuddling...and touching...i really like that a whole bunch...and playing with my hair.

ok, I decided that I might be MOD today. I'm not sure what MOD is...but I may be that. Maybe. I have no idea. I looked really cute in my two tone grey/black outfit today. With my cutie-pie short red hair. I really love my hair. I want to marry a fucking punk! Do punks get married?

Fuck yeah!

Night...and another FUCK for ya. Don't ask me what it means...i have no fucking clue. I really love to cuss. Aaarrr...I want to be a pirate. 
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