Rendezvous
11 November 08 : 01.49 AM
"I don't know. It's just a little sad, don't you think. I mean, those are my sheets."
"You know what's sadder? You were my girl." - 4th.
"Vicki, are you ok?
"Hehe. You are silly. Why are you bored?"
"No. I just wanna tell you I'm in love."
"Why?"
"The haircut."
"Hot hair or cute hair?"
"Smothering."
"Heh. I love you too. Goodnight." - 11th.
"Sonny's sweet to me."
"Who's the unsweet ones?"
"A lot of people. Most people in fact. There are only 2 sweet people in my world." - 9th.
"It's hard to get to you where you are. And I didn't mean to be rude. But hello Vicki! :)"
":) I missed you, you know!"
"Eh don't emo la. Haha" - 8th.
"There was a joke between my mom and her. My mom says that she has to vote for Obama or she can't come to our house. So tonight she jokes, saying "If Obama wins, can I still come over? I make the house so happy. Everybody's so happy to see me when I'm over." When she walked off, my mom turned to me with an incredulous look that reeks of silent but sure disbelief. She doesn't say anything. It wasn't anything to think about. But it was a little saddening because my mom likes you so much that you'd win her vote over this girl if it came down to it. But what would be your landslide victory place here is only a daydream that has no gravity in a reality where she's here to stay and you've slipped away." - 4th.
*Pulp on repeat tonight. I hate being emotional; all the things it makes your head think about. Need something to increase serotonin levels in my brain. Hush hush.