“like a virgin, hey!”
I once did a report on Madonna in the 3rd grade. I dressed the part and all. Scary memories. Anyway, her lyrics felt appropriate to get this thing going. I sit here, idol’s on, and I’m ecstatic because I just made myself a glass of chocolate milke—score! Um, so my roommate thinks I have a thing for old men. She’s probably right, I want Simon Cowell so bad. And really FOX? The American Idol finalists definitely just did a commercial to “It’s Tricky” by Run D.M.C.
fuck. I just spilt choc. milk on my bed. Deanna’s not even in here, wtf. haha.
I was fine, just fine, and I got his text. Uh. Have you ever been a hard-ass when really all you wanted to say is “I miss you?” The thing is, with him, he’s always been the one to come back. I was fine before I met him. shit’s allll up. I’m a different person now, and I forgot just where to go. It’s rough. I’m sad, and I don’t like this feeling. I’m waiting for my life to have meaning again. Until then, I’ll listen to those lyrics that seem to sing my thoughts.. and I’ll cry some more, pull out my hair, and have another sleepness night waiting for your next move.
