Tight Pants.

Dear Dream-Killer,
Please remember that I am your daughter and all the criticism that you think is "constructive" is actually rude. Just sayin'.

Thanksgiving

It's been way too long...
I was grounded for butt-dialing my mom. Let's do some catching up, yeah?

1. Taryn messages me saying, "bitch you have it coming." She apologized after and explained that she was just mad and decided to take her anger out on me.

2. Naomi was sort of living with us... And now she's not. My mom grounded her too.

3. Brady became good company

4. Spent my Thanksgiving break going to work with my mom. Anne is such a pain in the ass! Oh my god.

5. Started talking to someone ;) He's macho.

6. Went to a cool cafe in downtown with Naomi, Robert, and Bunny

7. Bought some clothes.

Cool, that's about it. I haven't really much to talk about...

Love affair.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over this noise," she shook her head modestly and looked out the window.

I watched her anxiously shift in her pencil skirt; I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.

"Nothing, it's not important," I told her. She looked back at me and held my gaze for a moment,I wanted to kiss her. I glanced down at her lips and she immediately looked away.

"Why do you look so sad?" I asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders and said "I'm not sure...I don't know where I'm going."
I found myself to be intrigued by her reply. I felt, though, that if I were to ask her another question she'd become irksome and get off at the next stop. I caught her attention and smiled, then I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. I could tell I startled her because she pulled her hand away and pushed her fragile body against the seat the in an unbecoming fashion; I found this to be quite disappointing because I had disturbed her beautified nature. She stared at me with wide gaping eyes and said, "Wh-what did you do that for?"

I reached for her hand again, "I'm comforting you, is all. Don't be offended."

I could see her body start to relax, but she wasn't convinced. I knew I needed to think of something charming to say, something more suave, but I couldn't come up with anything. Instead, I reached into my breast pocket for a cigarette. I could feel her eyes following my every move, this amused me, so I took my time reaching for my lighter.

After I lit my cigarette, I released a cloud of smoke from my lungs and watched her face become a foggy blur. I knew it was rude to blow smoke in someones face, but I wanted to see her reaction towards my uncanny behavior. She didn't seem to mind at all; She continued to look out the window and watch the grass pass by in an endless charade. I was amused by her nonchalance, so I decided to do it again, blow smoke in her face. She turned her delicate little body away from me and turned her head in my direction, "Please don't do that again, it isn't polite."

Brief encounter.

Those two days of barely knowing you, I fell in love.
It was a very brief relationship- the shortest I've ever been in and the best I've ever had.
I was in a state of complete bliss running around with you, getting drunk and sharing secrets, kissing your lips, feeling your skin against mine... I wanted all of you for myself. I didn't care about the days to come or if I'd ever see you again. I loved you in that moment and that was all that mattered to me because you made me happy.

It's funny how you just know that someone is right for you, even if it is just for two days.