day in reverse

they were playing dave matthew's band "crash into me" in 7-11 tonight when i walked in and i mouthed the words too embarrassed to let anyone knew it was my favorite song by them. the only song i like by them. i recognize a girl from my dorm dancing with another boy. they invite me to dance, too but i'm too tired. i just watch. and wish.

scarf ninja and the T station. best.hug.ever.

elevator trap.

i really need to work on that eye contact with you. sorry. your hands are nice.

i like that you IM me first.

skipping home, still giddy, i cross the path of one Mr. Chip. i never knew him well. in fact, i didn't know if his name was chip. or if he was a he. but let's just presume he was for this bit of the story. all i know for certain is that chip is a squirrel and he's dead. i look up and there are 13 squirrels looking at me surrounding him in a semi-circle, eating nuts. i've interrupted the wake. i apologize and hang my head in silent mourning.

my photo booth worked today and i don't have a mullet.

he was in two magazines. i find out more later and realize that perhaps i'm a bit obsessive.

i buy rock 'n' roll and love is hell pt. 1. i can't wait. they play one of his songs while i'm in line. they don't have the new shins. i frown.

i'm not tired in my classes, so i close my eyes during the video. i have to keep up appearances.

she critiques psychic cat as a favor. i tell her i owe her one.

i wake up at 7am but don't get out of bed till 9:05.

my bed feels nice. nicer with two.

i need a cat. 
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