[”honest” used to mean “virgin”]
Weird, huh? Looking for an honest relationship was something completely different. I imagine the phrase “I’d like to be honest with you” carried a good deal of disappointment, followed by frustration.
I was going through some of my old poetry a second ago and threw up in my mouth a little bit. I knew I didn’t hold onto things long for a reason.
My room inexplicably smells like teen spirit.
Not really. It smells like flowers. I don’t quite understand what the appeal of flowers are in a romantic sense. Yeah sure, they’re pretty and they smell nice, but they’re kinda pointless. I also find it ironic that flowers are a welcomed token of affection for both a first date and a funeral. There should be some distinction in gift-giving acceptability here.
This is sorta making my nose itch.
The last date I went on was a while ago. We wandered around Best Buy and held hands when we weren’t playing the sample video games. I don’t really think I’m the romantic type. But for the record, I’ll take daisies over roses.
I have to be up in 5 hours.
Ugh.