the party and the after party. #death #wokeupat4pm #makeupsmearedonmyface #goingtowatchgossipgirlandeatachipotleburrito #donttellanyone
Sigur Rós - Fjögur píanó (by sigurros)
Does part of you want to say, there’s a part of me over you?
No matter how long it’ll take, no more leaving without you
So say what you want to say but there’s nowhere to run to
Part of me wants to say, there’s a part of me over you
All right I said I’m ready to know
All right I said I’m ready now
this means I’m listening to John Mayer (Taken with instagram)
reflections
Is there anything so vile as overhearing another person in the midst of intercourse?
More specifically, a loathed neighbor?
Most specifically, at 2am?
I am awakened by loud and exaggerated laughing, peppered with well-placed moans. I soon realize what I’m hearing and contemplate the advantages of suicide, briefly but seriously.
No! Then she wins.
Fucking rude.
I am a single woman. How dare she point a spotlight at my aloneness in this way! The walls in this building are paper-thin and I can’t help but assume that she is well aware of this. After a time, my voyeuristic tendencies surface and my annoyance turns to curiosity. If I’m not going to get any sleep, I might as well listen intently and make a mental note of every utterance…so as to someday spitefully blog about it.
HIM: “I could go down on you forever”. The voice is alarmingly high pitched. Is she fucking a high schooler? How fantastic.
Many agonizing minutes of banter later…
HER: FUCK! I can’t believe that happened! (She lets out a scream for emphasis). They both go into the bathroom, and she begins apologizing repeatedly.
What happened? I have to know! What could she have done? Female ejaculation in the eye situation? (It’s not a myth).
He then walks swiftly down the hall and out the front door. I am out of bed, down the stairs and staring through the peephole in about three seconds…(I am invested at this point).
HER: “You forgot your cigarettes and lighter” (She is standing on the front porch yelling)
HIM: “That’s ok” (He can’t get into his Prius fast enough)
HER: “Ok, then I’ll just throw them in the trash!” (Slams the door).
And so it ends. So many questions left unanswered. Was this a one-night stand? Perhaps an internet date that went about as well as they typically do? Or will she be seeing this gentleman again at work come 9am this morning? I am only slightly ashamed to say that I am hoping for that latter.
bikin’
I took one look in the mirror and said, I want to be a hot wife for my husband when he gets back from Afghanistan.
what happened to Gavin DeGraw’s face? i was crushing hard back in 2004 after i discovered him on zach braff’s blog. he looks like he developed a syndrome (down’s??). i don’t know why. i don’t know how. i’m not a doctor. i just know that he used to be hot.
no words.
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