to start, a review of boyparty reviews installment one: very excellent work. about time this bloglin finally addressed the recent advancements in time travel technology
if you know anything even one thing about me then you probably know that i am no stranger to heartbreak. we are very very close, heartbreak and i and girls and love. and i was feeling sentimental the other day while looking at a photo album that was a girl’s on the internet, so this week’s theme is just one and it is:
love and girls and boys
it is a big and complex subject that i will probably return to, but here is what there is for now.
the romantic word “swoon”: very popular in my heart. not just for literature, applicable in many real life situations.
the hit movie can’t hardly wait: a perfect portrait of the american teen. i could really relate.
the hit play from a while ago romeo and juliet by mr. william shakespeare: very good! people are already calling it a classic.
the hypothetical name for a girl “mildred”: very ugly name, sickly, but maybe she would grow up beautiful in a fragile way and i would be the only one who noticed her and she would be mine forever.
the hypothetical name for a girl “sandra”: feels like could be one of my mom’s friends, maybe fits more on a womanthan a girl. i don’t think that i am ready.
the hypothetical name for a girl “aimee”: i like it, but i like alternative spellings and it is also the name of the girl i loved in kindergarten, so you decide!
the girl i loved in kindergarten: better than anyone, glowed. (note: actual love, not a joke or hyperbole)
the time i proposed to my kindergarten love behind her play shed: frustrating. did not work out.
girls with tattoos who date boys with tattoos just because of their tattoos!: :(
this couple I saw with matching knuckle tattoos all in chinese: yucky. misguided romance.
kissing with tongues: very good, it is the number one thing humans have been doing all of history and pre-history besides getting sexual and hunting for game.
when you pass by a girl on the street and she looks at you in a way where you can’t help but stare: ever present, very real danger. watch out for trucks. hard part of walking around.
the savage garden song “truly, madly, deeply”: maybe gay? i do not know. it makes me feel.
the shaggy feat. rayvon song “angel”: the most exceptional romantic anthem of human history up to this point.
the akon song “don’t matter”: a very close second. when i close my eyes sometimes it’s there even if my stereo is not on!
the liz phair song “supernova”: she talks about a boy the way that boys talk about girls. what is up with that? i feel like she is in charge.
my sixth-grade girlfriend: a mediocre learning experience. lots of hugs. married now and psycho maybe.
the way i felt when my best friend who was younger than me saw real life boobs before i did: intense curiosity mixed with horrifying, red-faced jealousy.
the way i felt when my best friend who was younger than me got a blow job before i did: intense curiosity mixed with horrifying, red-faced jealousy.
the way i felt when my best friend who was younger than me had sex before i did: intense curiosity mixed with horrifying, red-faced jealousy.
the way i felt when my best friend who was younger than me did coke in a bathroom with a stranger at the mall like i never have: strange, like the world was a different place than i had been in for the last however long.
last sunday’s hangover: a worthy adversary. giant, memory-erasing barnacle. it lives with me today.
my girlfriend’s hangover from last sunday: worse than mine. half closed eyes, pained moans. unappeasable.
feeling like you are on a team and the rest of the world could go suck each other’s dicks and die and that’d be okay!: very good and selfish feeling. warm and agoraphobic.
that time when i was thirteen and in the eighth grade and boyfriend/girlfriend with a girl who was an older thirteen and in high school who had a sister who was seventeen and would drive us around sometimes. and the three of us were driving around making people’s christmas reindeers hump each other and i called my little sister who was babysitting on a different block and we pretended to be not us and told her there had been shootings in the neighborhood and she started crying and i hung up then she and her sister dropped me off at my house and she walked me to my front door and i had my first kisses that felt like true romance and she tasted like borrowed make up and my dad opened the door really pissed while they were still happening (the kisses) and told me i was in big trouble: <3, hit the jump for more!
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