Time home 9:01. Housemates home 0. One at work, the other- based on the roses, probably doing the same thing I was.
Like a big girl I've started saying when I'm leaving, and have begun to walk myself out to the parking lot-dilegently, and as
always, remaining stealth. avoiding all ex's, slipping by ll "Brothers," and magically avoiding all forms of the "Walk of
Shame." So why log this? To relay my summer talents me walking through hallways in heels remains ever graceful? No.
While talented and "Happy" there seems to be a shift...
I always want what I can't have. Alas! Perhaps the conquest has become to easy...No. In honesty, and for no better words than
those stuck in my head from last night- there seems to be a lack of "Clarity."
Yes. a month later almost i finally had enough time to review my comments, and in classic 14 yr old summary- "Yeah...Wow."
Shaken, no. shocked, yes. hopeful? not at all.
For some odd reason Mr. Someone remains in my eyes Above caring. not harsh, just as he puts it, "staying out of trouble."
anywhoo, tragic flaw of the night- one to be learned from by all men reading,
Never gentlemen, point out to the girl you are with, that the girl at the bar you previously called "Thick" is thinner than
than you. especially when you're going home with her,
Okay sleepy time now.