Beverly Hills, 90210. Por que? Glasses. Black Cocktail style glasses splattered with paint. They made me NEED to indulge in Brenda, Brandon, Kelly and Andrea. They made me NEED to lose myself in feathered bangs, cuffed shorts and clacky shoes. They made me miss a girl (oigh) before I'd even left her.
She's fucking crazy. What's more crazy? Me. I'm a completely insane person.
I've had a crush on this girl at work for MONTHS. She's adorable and makes me blush in ways that haven't happened to me in yeeeeeears. For months. Like, eight of them. So today, she starts TOUCHING me. She put her arm around me. She petted my arm. She held my hand for a moment. And she's so straight. Beezy. Why, one may ask, (if that one happened to be me) would she start with the touching me now?
Q: Why is Tess touching me?
A: Because I'm totally into another girl. A hot girl. Who is also totally into me.
Life can never be simple. Am I complaining? Hell muthafuck no.
Also, my diamond may not be a diamond, but it ain't malignant. FUCK YEAH. Bite me, mortality.
She's fucking crazy. What's more crazy? Me. I'm a completely insane person.
I've had a crush on this girl at work for MONTHS. She's adorable and makes me blush in ways that haven't happened to me in yeeeeeears. For months. Like, eight of them. So today, she starts TOUCHING me. She put her arm around me. She petted my arm. She held my hand for a moment. And she's so straight. Beezy. Why, one may ask, (if that one happened to be me) would she start with the touching me now?
Q: Why is Tess touching me?
A: Because I'm totally into another girl. A hot girl. Who is also totally into me.
Life can never be simple. Am I complaining? Hell muthafuck no.
Also, my diamond may not be a diamond, but it ain't malignant. FUCK YEAH. Bite me, mortality.