Again, it's my blog...so I don't care.
I need to be kissed.
I know...but I do. It's been too long. The thing is, one would think that this wouldn't be a terribly difficult thing to accomplish, being kissed. One may believe that you can make this happen with little or no effort really, right? I used to have a t-shirt that had a cartoon ugly girl with braces with a quote "kiss me." I had a couple offers when I wore it to Anna's Taqueria.
Well, I seem to have these inherent moral statutes that prohibit me from just kissing anyone who would kiss me back, i.e. crazy Deluca's guy, or the panhandlers, or nicmo's etc. I don't know where it came from. I have to like them, and they have to convince me that they actually like me back. Tricky, very tricky.
Curse my moral statutes...well...okay they're not all that bad.
Essentially, I'm driven by #7 (if you don't know, I'm not going to spoon feed you) to find a nice boy to like, and to be liked in return. So that's what I'm going to do. The end.
Friday, April 20, 2007
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4 comments:
let's go drag elm street in davis sq. again and see if any more cute mormon boys appear out of nowhere... then you can just grab one and go to town! eh?
ooh! can i come?!?!?
Dude! We totally scored on that drag down Elm - can you beat Mark B.?
Okay, maybe Jaffar beats Mark B.; but dude! He's hot!
oh, and so is Rachel and I would kiss her if there were man boobs and not lady boobs.
would rachel kiss me if my man boobs were like this?
probably not. she's got high standards.
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