so we played outside.
a jet plane taking off on no ordinary sunday
(or: bionic sugar, the fat heart moment)
^- the mix cd i made for the person I would call the Boy if I were one of those sexblogger types.
drunkandeatingtwizzlersisaverydefinitefeeling.
I should stop here, But too many things on my mind.
dear bladaelrebaeaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
You are the type of boy I would not date, or maybe I’d go to the movies with you a coupla times and maybe hold your hand and let you kiss me once or twice with my eyes clenched shut before I ended it awkwardly as always. But I would absolutely adore knowing you were obsessed with me. I want you to write your sloppy masturbation poetry about me and paint pictures of me on abandoned pedestals behind grocery stores.
I will be glad I will not have emailed you before I will have sobered.
hang on, need to find my headphones. okay. everything you do is louder when you can't hear it. oh, right, a letter. so, in summation, I want you to be silently in love with me for years until we gradually drift apart when I move away and only come back for certain major holidays and really good concert. and then suddenly like, five or six or ten years from now, I get a package in the mail and it'll be a cd full of songs devoted to me and songs about the color of my eyes, and lyrics about how tight or loose my pants were when you saw me this one night.
Posted by samantha at July 30, 2004 03:05 AMpost annex:
song 15 on the mix does not function, is full of silences after the first two seconds taunt me.
sometimes it seems like everyone I'm in love with either loves each other or can't even stay in the same room together.
Posted by: samm at July 30, 2004 03:07 AM