i freaking hate titles
i gave a boy my number today that i didn't want to give it to. sometimes i can weasle my way out of it, but he was nice and we were talking and somehow it just came out, "yeah, i can do that." and it sounded so convincing, like i was pleased, when really i was hating myself for not thinking of a lie fast enough to avoid it. so now some boy who's friends with some guy from hollywood that ended up here has my number and plans on calling me. i should've known it was coming, he started out with a, "you know,.....(compliment)." BLAH.
he was in a band. WAS, which means his music sucked and now he's wandering around aimlessly picking up salesgirls in malls. neat, now i'm some sort of starving-artist prey. but he does get kudos for telling me that i look like i should be some sort of indie rockstar. so i guess that's why i warmed up to him real quick. but he did seem a little nervous when he was talking to me, which was cute, though did not make him any cuter, but did help his cause.
i hope he never calls.
he was in a band. WAS, which means his music sucked and now he's wandering around aimlessly picking up salesgirls in malls. neat, now i'm some sort of starving-artist prey. but he does get kudos for telling me that i look like i should be some sort of indie rockstar. so i guess that's why i warmed up to him real quick. but he did seem a little nervous when he was talking to me, which was cute, though did not make him any cuter, but did help his cause.
i hope he never calls.
posted by Anonyme | 9:57 PM
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Damn it. I hate when guys think I'm interesting enough to ask for my number. What losers. Damn all the men that think I'm beautiful and want to get to know me. They should be scared when they talk to me. Don't they know I'm smart, sexy, and all that and a bag of soy crisps? If my looks could kill, the mall would be vaporized.
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