roomie love. you feel me?
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tell me you're jealous. go ahead.
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it really doesn't get any hotter than this.
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The Story of the Day.. thus far:

I woke up around 1ish or so, Adam and Nicole were going to get some food at the cafe and they politely asked me if I'd like to join. I was very hesistant at first because last time I ate at the cafe, I got sick. But eventually (or like 3 seconds later) I agreed, as long as I didn't have to wear shoes. As if they gave a rats ass, so we strolled out to the cafe, Adam and Nicole being shoe-goers, and me.. I had very very nude, but happy, feet. We ordered our food, and began to eat it and about.. ohh, I'd say half way through our meal, one of the workers approached me and said, "Please tell me that you have shoes or flip flops somewhere." I replied, "Uhh, nope, sorry." So he asked me to leave because I was being a "lawsuit." And I thought this was a free country.

and i like when people look their "worst." i want to see them broken down and falling apart. i want you when you least expect it because thats where the beauty hides.

how about this.. i'm so fucked right now.

Megan : Doesn't this song make you wanna be a gangsta?
Nicole : I already am a GANGSTA!

You remember how I wrote about my thong experience? And how it was supposed to (well, maybe) come out in the school paper? Adam brought home a newspaper today, and good news for everyone who reads the school paper.. my ass was not, I repeat, WAS NOT in the paper. As much as I'm relieved, I'm also a bit disappointed. That was a good ass shot.. well, so I was told. Oh well, I guess you'll have to check out my sweet Asian ass some other time.

And I don't think it was supposed to end up like this, but to be honest.. I wouldn't want it any other way. There's just something that feels so right about this.

I won't lie, there's no point. I will confess that I am still crazy about you. Maybe I don't want to let go.. let you go.

So here's the deal.. As Nicole, Laura and I were eating pizza in The Village today, two girls walked out of the building and up to us. One of the girls started talking about how she was writing an article for the school newspaper and she needed a picture. Not so bad thus far. Her article was about underwear, how thongs are losing style and boy cut are stealing the spotlight. So, she asked each of us if we would pose for a picture, only in our underwear. Nicole declined, Laura wasn't wearing underwear and for some reason 1. I WAS wearing underwear (surprise, surprise), 2. I just so happened to be wearing a thong, 3. I agreed without even thinking twice. Now, I have to remind you that I was in the process of sobering up.. still. We finished eating our pizza, and I was getting nervous because I don't think I have a cute butt, especially not in a thong. So I pull down my pants, in the middle of day, and have Laura and Nicole look at it. They think it's fine, and so did the guy that was behind me. Boy was I embarassed!! I apologized for mooning him as he walked by and he replied, "Oh, I don't mind." And walked off with a fatty grin on his face. Twenty minutes or so went by so we headed up to the girl's apartment. Might I remind you, I don't know these people, so it was quite awkward even with our pants on. The girl who's taking the pictures for the article ran next door to grab another girl, and then two other random girls strolled in and we all get ready for our butt shots. She had us stand against her white wall and we all dropped our pants. Now, I'm the ONLY one in a thong, and I'm standing in the middle, surrounded by all these boy cuts. The girl taking the picture has the nerve to tell us to touch eachother, so the girl on my left (I believe her name was Deborah) had her arm resting on my shoulder, and the two girls on my right had their arms around eachother. It was the most uncomfortable experience I had in some time. But she got the shots, and according to Laura and Nicole I had the best butt there :)

It doesn't get any better than drinking some beers, smoking medicinal marijuana and watching Strangers with Candy. It really doesn't. And for all those who like to lie, don't.

I got my eyes dialated. Now honestly, who's a sexy bitch?
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The sunset. I bet you're jealous.
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Deep thoughts, can you tell? Again, at the beach.
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At the beach yesterday.. my toes.
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that "till death do us part" thing is from biblical times. they had no problems saying it because they didn't live that long. they had great plagues during those days. as soon as that guy got on your nerves, along came some locusts to eat his ass right up for you. problem gone. -- wanda sykes

I don't want to be selfish, but sometimes that's what it takes. Don't you ever wonder? Let me be the reason, I want to make it happen..

i can't find a better picture, it's too hard to hear the looks you give. i'm gonna keep it simple for you, this is who i am, love me for me. it's all or nothing. there is truth in the answers, and there is faith in the words. look hard enough and you'll find what you've been looking for. dig deep enough and you'll find yourself in china. some things are better left unsaid, what what am i saying? why hold back, what's so settling about it? it's only when you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. i do think about you, and the way you drive. pour us some road, we'll both drink and drive.

and this is a different side of me, a side you've probably never seen. i'm just happy, can't you tell?

"and this is what she says gets her though this, 'if I don't let myself be happy now, then when?' if not now, when?"


Maybe, just maybe, I've said too much.