OKAY SO.
You know how sometimes things just line up right?
Well I got this speeding ticket a while back on the way to the beach. (Not my fault, it was 4 hours away and I left after work I was just trying to get there before morning) It was $185 and 4 points because I was 20 over and apparently that's bad, but that's not the point.
I had to go to traffic court today in Laurens County (hourish away) which I was pissed about until I was at Target 2 days ago and I found this AWESOME dress that was maroon and beautiful, only this time it wasn't solid colors (because we all know how I have this debilitating affinity for solid colors) so it was just perfect, minus the fact that they didn't have my size. So the lady calls the store in Simpsonville and they DO have my size, which became perfect because Simpsonville is right in between Greenville and Laurens and holy Lord almighty I had to go to Laurens today anyway for my ticket!
So hitting Target on the way was still an hour long drive, only I had to take back roads because I-385 has a lot of construction but the point was back roads are the best inventions ever, I mean talk about stuffing your eyes with wonder!
Only this wonder wasn't as vast or as impressive as all the wonder up and down the 101, but it was still wonder and I loved it just as much if not more so, and I'm trying to figure out what this means, that things so small and ordinary are just as wonderful as things we're supposed to be monumentally moved by.
Target didn't even have my dress (LIARS) but I saw wonder, and my ticket got reduced to $81 and 2 points, and I listened to this new artist named Frank Turner, who I think Darcy will like best but he's just basically a BAMF and also English so who can really top that besides possibly Elton John.
Also I'm in love. His name is Mason and he lives at Waffle House as much as I do. He's small and has fucked up teeth and smokes way too much pot but he is captivating and real and has the best blue eyes and I can't remember the last time I was this attracted to someone, especially someone who's not that "attractive" in the conventional sense.
We've never really talked except for the time I was wearing my leotard and he said my tattoo was "awesome" and he "really likes it" and that "you don't see birds done that well often" plus it's "really original."
I want into his pants, ASAP. Screwy teeth and all.
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Update straight outta WaHo: Today, Mason likes my purse.
has there been facebook creepage? i sure hope so
HAHAHAA. you ask such silly questions. helllll yeah there's been creepage.
:] I like loving people who you don't know. They are the best kind of people to love because they can't let you down too much... Unless that person in Indiana Jones (real boy I loved, swear that's his legit name).
more updates. bastard has the audacity to show up at the waho today, braces gone and missing tooth replaced.
what the fuck.
is this what it feels like to fall out of love?
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