I was driving down broad street today and when I got to a stop light another car pulled up next to me and one of the guys in the car was talking on his cell phone. He looked over at me, hung up, and started rolling down his window. I thought that he was lost so I was going to try to help him and I rolled my window down. The first thing he said was “YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND I WOULD LIKE TO CALL YOU” and I was like
And sped off…..
To the next light….
Which they also caught up with…
He was rolling down his window again and I wanted to hide myself but I couldn’t so I just looked really interested in the radio and then the light turned green and I sped away like I was going to for Gold in the Olympics. My life.
I was trying to change into pajama pants and forgot that I had tucked my shirt into my tights because it kept it from getting rumply under my skirt so I thought I had somehow gotten myself permanently stuck in these fucking tights and I was already living my life out in my head like it was an Oxygen movie with a low budget about some girl who was born with tights glued to her skin.
I need to stop drinking caffeine in the evening.
And I told Clay. It was surreal.
I figured I had to say something when there is a possibility that I would see him on campus and he’d be like
And then I’d have to just run in the opposite direction
I’m painting my nails red now and it’s a gif kind of night….
GAIZ I MADE A MOVIE.
please don’t hate me.
your boyfriends hallmates come in while you’re on his laptop and he’s at practice, sit on his roommates bed and say “We have a proposition for you…”
and all I could think of it
IN THIS BOX I HAVE TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS.
I miss vhsl….
They wanted me to get him to wear a bathrobe to the date function we’re going to tonight…
going to bed really means getting on tumblr for the next six hours
and you’re just like “Wait! Come back!”
and you want to do this
but instead you passive aggressively like that shit and sit back as they squirm