I just saw the most beautiful man ever walk into the funeral home across the street. Tall/blonde/suspenders (motherfucking suspenders, you guys). I am not above crashing a funeral to spark up a conversation with this dude.
We know how to have a party.
It even ended with some friends leaving bloody, & I woke up to a dozen “Hey I think I left something at your house” txts.SPRING BREAK ‘98
I’m sorry for your loss, but if it cheers you up any, you have no idea that there is a 22 year-old girl dancing and singing (yelling, really) to the Avett Brothers with Nair on her legs and a bottle of wine in hand… right across the street from you.
Cordially,
Brit
Was looking out my window and saw some kid going door to door, so I military crawled out into the living room and shut the front door in slow motion so he wouldn’t notice.
This is my life, you guys. Hiding from high schoolers doing fundraisers while I watch Freaks & Geeks.
So I completely misread that last thing I posted and thought it said “when YOU think that someone is attractive” not “when someone thinks YOU are attractive”… then I said “Bethany this is your life”…. so I kind of sounded like a terrible human.
Things I like about this boy:
1. He has an Adventure Time background on his computer.
2. He has an Aesop Rock VINYL.
3. He has a Johnny Cash VINYL.
4. He’s super cute.
5. He broke us into the stadium and it was adorable.
6. He microbrews his own beer.
Things I don’t like about this boy:
1. He was a dick to me twice.
2. He owns more than four Stephen King novels.
3. ….well there’s gotta be a third.
Facebook just recommended I became friends with this kid I almost hooked up with before realizing he was engaged…
NO FACEBOOK
BAD FACEBOOK
Well that ended weird. I just want to know exactly what he thinks so I can figure out what to do from here. Ugh. Why I would even consider this with someone who still lives in Britain is beyond me, but this kid is seriously the greatest.
Just not going to think about it for a while. As if that were ever possible.
AVOIDING STUDYING FOR FINALS LIKE THE PLAGUE. Betcha can’t guess what they are…
Throwing up since midnight, 104 degree temperature, bloated like a little African baby… I’m going to just man up and go already. BUT I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.
