mystery boy

July 18, 2003 / 1:50 pm

So last night I had a dream about a beautiful black boy who walked me home from the bus. For some reason my shoes were really slippery and I had to hold on to his arm. Maybe I just wanted an excuse to touch him because he was really fucking sexy.

So then we made a date and I remember putting perfume on every pulse point. Ha! I hate perfume with a passion.

It's so unfair that the hottest guys never really exist. Ho hum.

Okay, so lately I am on a girly girl kick. (I go through phases like a sixteen year old girl) I just want to shave my legs and curl my hair and put on copious amounts of lipgloss and black eyeliner. What is is with lipgloss? I just want tubes and tubes of it.

Okay, that was pointless. Good bye!