i like my teeth clean and flossed
(i floss now, it's awesome.)
I like the feeling of happy tears on my face. i cry those every now and again when things get great. I like typing. I feel really talented that i can type so fast. no, please don't tell me how fast you can go. i'm just going to sit here, in this bright room and type as fast as i like and think that it would entertain kings and children alike. my typing is really very interesting. especially when ...well nevermind. there isn't a special time that i'm extra good at typing.
I was at a house party the other night with one of my best friends and we met this woman with red hair and she was telling me a story-it was kindof insignificant and i felt really
really, bad because
I got completely distracted right in the middle. She was facing me and talking and i turned to the side and stared at the christmas lights on the wall that were reflecting in the windows.
oh man, i looked at her and just told her "Oh gosh, i'm so sorry, i have a.d.d."
what the f. what kind of answer IS that. sorry i'm a little distracted, it's not your fault that you're not as interesting as these lights here. I guess it was alright though, because a little while later, she actually was crying at me and we were sharing this pretty moment on this couch together. She had really big, beautiful wet eyes. Her tears lined her lower lid and i really really liked watching them well over and pour effortlessly onto her pale skin. The room was all glowy from the lights and she was the kind of interesting where i pretend i'm not as interested as i really am until i see the person again and it's not as weird. i guess i need to grow up a bit. ha, whatever. grown ups do that too. "grown up" is bologna. but i can't wait to see her again. i think i've seen her at one of our local music venues before anyway :)






























