Stop the Slang

due to complaints, i will not use the slang unless i interpret. i apologize for the confusion this may have caused to my thousands of readers. haha. yeah right.

song 25, justin: Self - Cannon
I'm trying to get through this playlist without falling asleep. i already took my nap for the day, so i'm all rested up for the danger that is in store for tonight. oh yes, watch out! i might leave my room and go to the basement to buy some snacks. you better move it or lose it!

how do you act around someone you haven't seen in 9 years? i meet someone from the past tomorrow and i'm not sure how much i like it. it's a frightening thing really. nine years! he's a hippie and i'm a hipster. i doubt we belong together. i just hope he showered and doesn't talk about phish nor his love for the mary jane. i don't care for either. sigh. i think i may take him to harvard square but if i take him to my favorite spots, i'll lose them to him and they'll stop being mine and they'll be ones where i brought mat, the boy i haven't seen in 9 years. yes, it only has one t. i think i'm being pessimistic about the situation. i'm best at that one activity.

a kiss? sure. *places thimble in my palm* oh, one of those. *slumps away* the tights should have given it away. 
¶ 7:30 PM |