she always had to fake it.
it's like he has sugar-coated lips. kissable and sweet like cotton candy. and you keep begging for just one more bite until the taste is gone. but no matter how many times our lips meet, the taste has never begun to cease. it's always sweet. it's always perfect. it's always him.
I love the rain. I love how cold it is. and I am weird. I don't know why I love it so much, and no one else seems to get it either. Last night I walked in the rain to the Elem. School. Peter met me there. We just sat under the little overhang that Him, Ivan, Jordan and I had been a few summers ago while ordering pizza in the pouring down rain. We just kinda sat there, I really liked it. I love watching the rain, and I'm starting to love the dark. He took me to sheetz to get Hot Choco mixed with Vanilla and we saw Jordan, and spoke with him for awhile. My eye got so puffy and I don't know why. It was horrible. I got home, Pete left to go downtown. I went to blockbuster and rented National Lampoons; Dorm Days and The Shining. I was too scared to watch The Shining, so I started to watch NL. It was so stupid and hard to follow so I stopped.
I don't know what I'm doing today. I have work tonight of course at 6, but before that I have nothing to do yet. Peter said he'd call me.. but can I really count on that? I guess we'll see. Last night was the only night I had off this weekend. Whatever, not going into that. Next weekend I work Fri. and Sat. and I don't have to close, so I'm hoping to not be there that longgg who knows. Tonight's the parade, I wish I could go.. damn it. I'm going to be so busy at work I am dredding it.
Yeahh.. whatever I'm going to go.