on this same note that i have made tonight (because my mind refuses to work in a synchronized manner; i must post one after the other after the other when i cannot sleep), i must also report:
in a rush to close the lid on said candle tonight, i accidentally tipped the candle sideways and drenched myself in wax. while this gave me a nice hand wax treatment (and a smell i'm sure will be on me for the rest of my days), it also made my pants look strangely enough like a male ejaculated straight onto the side of them.
good thing the cops didn't see that... or the cookie dough, or the milk.. or the other thing that is in the back of my car.
[don't tell anyone, but i have secretly wondered if there is a major criminal running around pulaski right now. the police have been very oddly circling the blocks the past few nights, noticeably starting the night we went to the apartment on the square and there were cops following us.]
"every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself." - oscar wilde.
you know something? there is a way to love someone; a way that is pure and honest and true. a way that allows one to live freely and understand their own ways and their own paths. i don't see why you can't see that or why you wouldn't want yourself to have that liberty. it seems a little silly all for the purpose of love, aye? i will not judge, i promise. but open your eyes, please. open your eyes before you make my mistake. open your eyes and realize that the girl you don't ever think about? yea, that one? she likes you. and it's an honest, pure like. (you know this is to you. stop doubting it and go for it. or be a coward and miss out on the best thing that could, possibly, ever happen to you.)
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