January 2010
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The sappiest, least happiest blog in the world.
It is a sunday. Tomorrow is my birthday. But the only thing I’m looking forward to tomorrow is the Adam Green gig. In my fantasy world, I’d get there, to the front, Adam Green would somehow know it’s my birthday, invite me on stage, get on his knees, and serenade me. I’d cover my face with my hands, and peek through my fingers, laughing, blushing, feeling blissfully...
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Waitress Antics.
I’m not sure if you’re aware, but my job consists of waiting on at a Thai restaurant. I serve food, I take orders, I answer phone calls, and I pretend to be nice. My “work accent” comes into play; I pronounce all my T’s, my intonation becomes high and squeaky, and I apparently sound “posh”. Underneath it all, I’m an angry person. What customers...
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Strangulation.
So, I get on the bus today to college, and the same guy who is usually on when I get on is sat there. He usually gets off two stops after, looks at me through the window, and smiles. Horrible as this may sound, he looks a bit like a serial rapist, and the only reason I look out of the window at him is mostly out of fear and curiousity. This has become a bit of a routine these past few weeks, and...
Bus Journey.
32 minutes on the bus back home, The window creaks a little. I look through it, face adjacent, Misting up the glass. You’re walking past, The opposite direction. Hands deep inside your pockets, Hair blowing in your face. I smile a bit, inside and out, Kissing you with my mind. I want to know you, But I’m too scared to find out. 28 minutes on the bus back home, The window creaks a...
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