Journal entry #1.
Hmmm. well. today has been a rough day to say the least. The girl I'm like so much keeps flaking out on plans to hang out. She prolly just doesn't want to hang out but is afraid to say it. or maybe she really can't hang out. I dunno. I'm about ready to give up. The last time she was over, my house smelled like Marc Jacobs and cigarettes(the most intoxicating scent i've ever experienced) for days. Now the it's faded. I get little wiffs of it when I flop down on the couch, which makes me want her more than I did then. I want her to come over so my house smells beautiful again, beautiful like her.
Hmmm. well. today has been a rough day to say the least. The girl I'm like so much keeps flaking out on plans to hang out. She prolly just doesn't want to hang out but is afraid to say it. or maybe she really can't hang out. I dunno. I'm about ready to give up. The last time she was over, my house smelled like Marc Jacobs and cigarettes(the most intoxicating scent i've ever experienced) for days. Now the it's faded. I get little wiffs of it when I flop down on the couch, which makes me want her more than I did then. I want her to come over so my house smells beautiful again, beautiful like her.
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and I'm sure someone does, there always is. although sometimes you'll never know it.
I'm the Chef there. Thanks for the compliment.