December 2009
27 posts
i'm a lil clueless...
so i may need some advice. i’ve ordered my lunch from this restaurant near my work a couple times in the past week. both times that i’ve called, i’ve spoken to the same girl, and apparently she remembers me because when i gave her my name she repeated it with the type of recognition you’d give old acquaintances. i go down to pick up my food, and she’s there to ring...
“i’m a catch and i don’t want to be the one that got away…”
– the office
“i am optimistic because every day that passes, i get more desperate…”
– the office
i lean back and i take a peek...
she’s hidden within a crowd of people. i catch glimpses of her hair, or a hand flung into the air in laughter. an arm propped up against the couch. a smile that leaks out while she listens intently to i don’t know who.
i stand in my own corner, surrounded by my own people, conversing in my own conversations, but as minutes pass and people come and go, i find myself losing focus...
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im gonna write a novel… no a short story, or maybe a trilogy. it’s gonna be about a guy named fin. and he’s in love with ella. he’s loved her since he first saw her. unfortunately for fin, ella doesn’t really know that he exists. her sights have always been set on chad. unfortunately, for everyone… chad is a choad.
fin is likeable. he’s not ugly, yet not classically handsome. he is...
grayskymorning:
Glee Cast - Last Christmas
so i just watched Paper Heart...
and it was a nice little movie. a particularly enjoyed this one scene where michael and charlyne are having lunch, and michael pretends to be hurt by something char says and leaves their table and walks out of the restaurant. char sits there confused, not too sure if she should smile, laugh, cry or what. she stares at the door that michael just left out of, and the slow realization hits her...
baby it’s cold as fuck outside…
My favorite holiday movie is Elf.
aimee-b-loved:
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i just walked past my fish girl...
a second ago [it’s not important why i refer to her as the fish girl, there’s probably an explanation somewhere hidden in one of my blogs] and despite my blurry vision I know it’s her from the way she walks. very distinct, very appealing. anyways, as we past each other i say hi, and she says hello in return… we go our separate ways and probably won’t cross paths for...
why are my vans covered in rips and holes, but...
turkey ramen
for dinner… now, what to do with the ham