it's 1:30 am monday morning and i'm sitting here in front of my computer in my underwear, caught on my way to lay in bed. i still have 1/2 of a poem to memorize, and class at 9am.

but i'm listening to bright eyes and its apparently nice to sit in your underwear and listen to bright eyes at 1:30 in the morning. or so i've found.

i'm reading people's thoughts and some of them are good. indulge yourself by reading some random thoughts and statements i likes:

looking for: thin hands . pronounced cheekbones . good lines . long eyelashes . eyes i can fall into . reads bernard shaw plays AND the wordy introductions . doesn't talk while good movies are on . knows the difference between sex and fucking . know that in the process of making love cocks and cunts are optional . can put up with my eternal optimism . kisses my hand on the first date . arms around my ribcage . ask to be kissed . asks if they can kiss . kisses that hit like fists and knock the roof right off this place.

dont waste wishes on him. wish that one day they figure out how to shrink stars and i can keep one in my bedroom

i don't care who you are. friends or worst enemies...always open the door for her, light her ciggie, and always ask for that first kiss

i don't mind you coming here and wasting all my time, cause when you're standing oh-so-near, i kinda lose my mind

i've fallen out of love and i'm determined to never trip again-but we can still play

i'm not talkin' about the clothes she wears...i'm not talkin' about the way she combs her hair...the way she powders her nose-her vanity's there and it shows...it doesn't matter if she dyes her hair, or the color of the shoes she wears...she purrs like a pussycat, then turns around and hisses back...she's the sickest thing in this world-just look at that stupid girl...

We the same type, you my air of life . You have me sleepin in the same bed, er'night . Go rock with me, you deserve the best. Take a few shots . Let it burn in your chest . We could ride down . Pumpin N.E.R.D. in the deck . Funny how a few words turn into sex

when you make out, everything kisses

it's too warm - inside your hands - it's too hard - it's too good - it's just that when you touched me - i could not stand up - i fell into - i fell down

Can you hear me not so loud a whisper ; It seems as though it fades away before you hear what I have to say ; Words can�t offer you agreement ; They�re injustice to the songs you sing undermining your best intentions ; Silence speaks louder than words sometimes but not everybody listens

so sorry for the lengthy nessity. not that you had to read it.

tomorrow i'm going to chop and maybe dye hair. fun fun.