That's annoying.
It's like one of those stupid nights where i've been tired all day and I laid in bed at like midnight and now it's like almost 130 and i'm like so tired but i can't sleep.
also, the last text i received just said 'h8' and I was like whaaaaaaaaaaa. It was from this girl, who i haven't told you about, who has a giant crush on me, and it's complicated b/c i'm like not in the mood to even try to date anyone. I've been completely honest, but like, I enjoy her company and lols, so she's all 'should i stop talking to you' and i'm all 'i dont want you to, bc you're cool' and then i just finally basically told her i'm not going to date her, and she was cool about it, then she was like 'h8' and i was like 'wtf' and there was no explanation. So, I don't know what it means, and I hate girls. I wish I was just straight and I could date boys without emotions.
I guess I don't wish that. I'd probably be equally as confused and hurt. BOYS ARE DUMB BUT ALSO GIRLS ARE DUMB. But also, I think I want to be celibate for the rest of my life. Bc that way I never have to deal with it, or I do deal with it and I just say 'i don't date or bone...soooooo' and it's over. RIGHT?!?!
Can you pledge celibacy if you're not a boy? I always felt like Celibate meant "I'm not gonna use my penis"... but i'm sure it doesn't.
Kristin (everyoneisgay.com)'s sister has this blog called insomnialy.tumblr.com and it's really funny. She had an entire post about the world being monopoly.
ALSO. I just read postsecret. jesus. that shit is still going on. bitches are still sad about shit and other bitches are still turned on by weird shit. I love postsecret, but like, it's basically always the same.
I hope I can go to sleep after I write this.
Remember election night? When Obama won. and we (me, you, molly) were literally steps from the park where he gave his speech. We were on a bus, when we found out he won, and we were so excited. We grabbed doritoes and ran to your apt to watch him talk about how much he ruled.
That was my favorite Hanson Concert.
I love you,
Best Friend
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