i want you. 

i'm not a vampire. 

who is it?

I LOVE MANTRONIX!!

sugarhigh

me and joel are going to go out vinyl shopping tomorow. it will be fun!

the little acorn

i was sitting in a rolling chair, watching bridget jones's diary tonight, when the phone rang. i picked it up to hear clinton, whom i hate with a fiery passion, proclaim his love to me, by singing me a song which went like this "i just want you to know/i love you". after the little bastard hangs up on me, like usual, i get hysterical. heavy breathing. wet eyes. i call anna. she picks up the phone on the fourteenth or so ring, and i start hyperventalating over the phone to her. clinton has driven me insane. the boy cannot seem to understand the fact that no matter how he feels, i really don't give damn. never have, never will. i even told him to get the fuck out of my life and never call me again. but no, he apparently did not hear me. his insistent pestering has driven me over the edge. me and anna are supposed to go to a movie tommorow. i was going to not go because i was afraid of seeing people we knew. i was especially afraid of seeing clinton. yes. i was, and still am a little bit, scared to go out of the house on the off-chance that i might see clinton. i hate him.

wrapped in my memory

lately i've been laughing more. in fact, lately i've often been laughing so hard i've cried. i love being young. i love being deliriously happy. i love jumping on my bed, singing along to the cures "friday i'm in love". i love falling asleep with a smile on my face. i love watching you in the mirror. looking so beautiful. i am so in love with you. i am so in love with so much right now.

don't make me carry on

when i am skipping along and there you are, grabbing my hand and calling me princess and asking me where i'm going, and would i care to join you? and of course i politely refuse. when i am taking out the garbage and i catch you waddling down the street with your pants down, being funny for you friends, you holding them around you knees. upon seeing my face you blush and hastily pull them back on.

"hi, sarah!"
"...hi, joe..."

mmm...how dearly i want to kiss you.

but you don't like me, and i don't really like you. you make me smile, but you don't give a damn about the majority of things i care about. besides, you've got a million other girls who are on a much higher status than me to worry about.