ahhh. hey kids
i am empty and sad. i need to fill my empty heart with people. a lot of cute boys on campus, none of them worthy. i want to smooooke. a cigarette. sigh sigh sigh. maybe tomorrow. maybe.
met cute guy today, like, seriously cute. like clive owen javier bardem type. said he was a writer, etc. had pretentious typewriter, moleskin notebook. obviously.
asked to see credentials. gave me a writings, poorly typed:
shit was like, a bro's journal. shit was like, stuff a high school kid did with one hand in his pocket, ya dig?
dis. a. ppointing.
i hate when people describe a beautiful woman in a book. so sophomoric, so juvenile. 'oh she had fair skin and long lean legs that lead up to a place i only dreamed of, etc. perky breasts'
a grocery list, an itinerary. unappealing.
it is enough to say she was beautiful. to do more than that is to try and prove it.
beautiful things stand for themselves.
anyway. the convo disintegrated after that.
ahh fuck guys. all the smart ones are ugly and the pretty ones dull.
and the smart pretty ones are beyond me. i am an ugly thing.
i know cuz i checked my ugly mug in photobooth and it told me so.
haha i got a macbook bitch.
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