blocks because the weather was just that pleasant.
I walked along with no one to talk to, listening to the sounds on my
iPod, wishing I had a film crew. It was pristine in my mind. Sia was
playing, a young woman walking with the confidence that challenges
anyone to try her. The music climaxes as she gazes at the flowers. She
walks along as the violins decrescendo in the background. The camera
tightens on her face.
A single tear.
In other news, he never bought flowers. I inquired about them. He said
that he thought I had throngs of men galliantly fighting for my
affection. He didn't want to be one in the crowd. (Of course not in
I was deflated.
I think I'm going to shut down my feelings for him. He makes brings down
Instead of telling me I'm beautiful, he says that my eyeshadow makes me
look like I have hayfever. He doesn't dole his attention soley on me. In
fact, he shared a meal with Gi. Presley, another friend of ours said she
thinks he likes her. I think so, too.
Gi and I have a way of going after the same guys.
So, I think I'm gonna give it up.
I don't have the energy to deal with rejection right now. Plus, my next
move would be to give him my phone number. As for the whole "me raping
him thing"....ummm...he has a couple of pounds and a foot and 3 inches
of height on me.
Besides, I like to be taken...not to have to take it.
Today is Ash Wednesday. Is it me or is this year moving by way too
quickly. That means next month is Easter, if my years of being a
Preacher's Kid paid off.
I just font get the whole ash on the forehead thing. Someone should
explain it to me, please.
I think that's all the randomness happening right now.