It's funny, though, ryan's picture is the only one i wanted to put into this entry...and i have pictures of me and everybody- heh. (Me and Ryan, that day at the beach)
and now *sigh* mike. i love mike to death. he is so full of stories, which is so cool. he's amazingly smart, and equally funny. he has excellent taste in books and in music. (i'm watching the Wonder Years, so i'm rather distracted) man, mike is so fun. we go to Busch Gardens...Arigatos...Joe's...he works at AMC, so i get to see free movies all the time! which is awesome, we're both amateur film buffs. My specialty is tom hanks and mostly robin williams. his is christofer walken and mostly, brad pitt. we share it, though when it comes to johnny depp or leo or tim burton. he has a love for discworld, clive barker, and the general macabre. so do i! he's turned me on to Terry Prachett and The Ladies' Man. heh. we share a love for the Kids in the Hall, even when fucking Comedy Central canceled it at 3Pm, and moved it to 3Am, we stayed up and watched it together. He was a marine, like my dad, and has the best body. and hair, god, the softest hair ever. and he doesn't wear it all stupid and trendy-like. no spikes, no frosting of tips, no mullet (thank god, not that that's trendy, heh)- and he's got a few grey hairs already, from stressful boot camp. i don't think anyone else cares about this, so i'll go on- every time i hear him knock at the door -he has a unique knock, too- i absolutely RUN to the door, and he's always leaning against the door way, usually with hands in pockets, cool as hell. sometimes, like, when i was in boston and couldn't sleep, i'd make up these little montages, and one was of the many times he'd opened the door- always there, hands in pockets, head cocked slightly to the side. heeheehee. i'd like to end up with him, i really would. but, then there's...chris.
chris who i never even dated, and this other guy who i never dated:
ah! but before chris, there was poey! POEY! definitely the BEST guitar player in these here parts. and his solos: drool. he is incredibly nice, and for some reason, the very thought of him would make my stomach flip inside out. i used to write his name over and over again at work, i worked in the seventh circle of hell, otherwise known as Nielsen Media Research. I sometimes regret not taking up the chance to get with that hunky simpsons buff...but he has christine, and she's a fellow bostonian, so, nothing but love there! i mean, the very idea of us speaking online freaks people out, so *shrug* haha. but i miss him. and i miss his shows. and his NOFX, song number 4. and i miss his "hey, gloria estefan called, she wants her spicness back" or something...:) props to poey.
i don't know what it is about chris, i think i'd just want to date him to get it out of my system. i mean, he's smart, funny -other people would say, annoying- and all that, and i'm sure i'd get tired of it rather easily, but he's so much fun. i think, actually, i just want to hang out with him, more. yes, that's all. :) i had a thing with him for a month or two. and i don't doubt it was great. but mike kicks the hell out of chris anyday. anydamnday.
and that my dears, is the best feeling in the world.
that's me. I'm mike's little peanut. and you know what? i love it. and i love him.
for the longest time, i thought, hey- eventually, i'll end up with vince. but, after two years, that didn't tend to work out. personally, i think we are TOO much alike. :) he's still a great friend of mine, and i love him to death. he's funny as hell and the best drummer in these parts. fair play to vince!
before him there was kenny. he's the type of kid that EVERYONE likes, and lucky me- i dated him before he jumped from the everybody-wants-to-date-him to the wow-now-not-only-does-everybody-want-to-date-him-but-now-he's-popular! he's lots of fun, too- and is also quite the musician and vocalist-including being the lead in several of our Dunedin High plays :) Ha, got my first kiss from him- May 8th, 1999- Disney World, it was raining, and it was GayDay. oh, and it was on the haunted house ride.:)!
Then, after vince, there was Jason. heh, what a guy. way too nice. way too agreeable. but, still fun and stuff. however, not much in common- he's a genius, by the way. i see big things for that kid. I could write a whole book about jason..but, i won't.
ahh, and then, ryan. my pseudoartsy guy. my simpsom bud. i love the simpsons, and so does he! it was the basis of my love for him. but, that was exactly it, i loved him...and he, well, i don't think he loved me- and he only let me know that he, in fact, did till after i broke up with him. i miss him now and then. he was a lot of fun. very passive. great smile. and a hell of a photographer. i'd never met someone who i was instantly comfortable with. it was weird. i was sick, and he brought me Ensure. once we were in home depot (he loves to build things, and he's good at it, too) and he picked up a wooden pallet type thing, it was a color sample, that says, "HOLLYBERRY"- it's still on my keychain:) heheh, he called me Sprat. and he has one of the best voices i've ever heard.
It's funny, though, ryan's picture is the only one i wanted to put into this entry...and i have pictures of me and everybody- heh. (Me and Ryan, that day at the beach)
and now *sigh* mike. i love mike to death. he is so full of stories, which is so cool. he's amazingly smart, and equally funny. he has excellent taste in books and in music. (i'm watching the Wonder Years, so i'm rather distracted) man, mike is so fun. we go to Busch Gardens...Arigatos...Joe's...he works at AMC, so i get to see free movies all the time! which is awesome, we're both amateur film buffs. My specialty is tom hanks and mostly robin williams. his is christofer walken and mostly, brad pitt. we share it, though when it comes to johnny depp or leo or tim burton. he has a love for discworld, clive barker, and the general macabre. so do i! he's turned me on to Terry Prachett and The Ladies' Man. heh. we share a love for the Kids in the Hall, even when fucking Comedy Central canceled it at 3Pm, and moved it to 3Am, we stayed up and watched it together. He was a marine, like my dad, and has the best body. and hair, god, the softest hair ever. and he doesn't wear it all stupid and trendy-like. no spikes, no frosting of tips, no mullet (thank god, not that that's trendy, heh)- and he's got a few grey hairs already, from stressful boot camp. i don't think anyone else cares about this, so i'll go on- every time i hear him knock at the door -he has a unique knock, too- i absolutely RUN to the door, and he's always leaning against the door way, usually with hands in pockets, cool as hell. sometimes, like, when i was in boston and couldn't sleep, i'd make up these little montages, and one was of the many times he'd opened the door- always there, hands in pockets, head cocked slightly to the side. heeheehee. i'd like to end up with him, i really would. but, then there's...chris.
chris who i never even dated, and this other guy who i never dated:
ah! but before chris, there was poey! POEY! definitely the BEST guitar player in these here parts. and his solos: drool. he is incredibly nice, and for some reason, the very thought of him would make my stomach flip inside out. i used to write his name over and over again at work, i worked in the seventh circle of hell, otherwise known as Nielsen Media Research. I sometimes regret not taking up the chance to get with that hunky simpsons buff...but he has christine, and she's a fellow bostonian, so, nothing but love there! i mean, the very idea of us speaking online freaks people out, so *shrug* haha. but i miss him. and i miss his shows. and his NOFX, song number 4. and i miss his "hey, gloria estefan called, she wants her spicness back" or something...:) props to poey.
i don't know what it is about chris, i think i'd just want to date him to get it out of my system. i mean, he's smart, funny -other people would say, annoying- and all that, and i'm sure i'd get tired of it rather easily, but he's so much fun. i think, actually, i just want to hang out with him, more. yes, that's all. :) i had a thing with him for a month or two. and i don't doubt it was great. but mike kicks the hell out of chris anyday. anydamnday.
and that my dears, is the best feeling in the world.
It's funny, though, ryan's picture is the only one i wanted to put into this entry...and i have pictures of me and everybody- heh. (Me and Ryan, that day at the beach)
and now *sigh* mike. i love mike to death. he is so full of stories, which is so cool. he's amazingly smart, and equally funny. he has excellent taste in books and in music. (i'm watching the Wonder Years, so i'm rather distracted) man, mike is so fun. we go to Busch Gardens...Arigatos...Joe's...he works at AMC, so i get to see free movies all the time! which is awesome, we're both amateur film buffs. My specialty is tom hanks and mostly robin williams. his is christofer walken and mostly, brad pitt. we share it, though when it comes to johnny depp or leo or tim burton. he has a love for discworld, clive barker, and the general macabre. so do i! he's turned me on to Terry Prachett and The Ladies' Man. heh. we share a love for the Kids in the Hall, even when fucking Comedy Central canceled it at 3Pm, and moved it to 3Am, we stayed up and watched it together. He was a marine, like my dad, and has the best body. and hair, god, the softest hair ever. and he doesn't wear it all stupid and trendy-like. no spikes, no frosting of tips, no mullet (thank god, not that that's trendy, heh)- and he's got a few grey hairs already, from stressful boot camp. i don't think anyone else cares about this, so i'll go on- every time i hear him knock at the door -he has a unique knock, too- i absolutely RUN to the door, and he's always leaning against the door way, usually with hands in pockets, cool as hell. sometimes, like, when i was in boston and couldn't sleep, i'd make up these little montages, and one was of the many times he'd opened the door- always there, hands in pockets, head cocked slightly to the side. heeheehee. i'd like to end up with him, i really would. but, then there's...chris.
chris who i never even dated, and this other guy who i never dated:
ah! but before chris, there was poey! POEY! definitely the BEST guitar player in these here parts. and his solos: drool. he is incredibly nice, and for some reason, the very thought of him would make my stomach flip inside out. i used to write his name over and over again at work, i worked in the seventh circle of hell, otherwise known as Nielsen Media Research. I sometimes regret not taking up the chance to get with that hunky simpsons buff...but he has christine, and she's a fellow bostonian, so, nothing but love there! i mean, the very idea of us speaking online freaks people out, so *shrug* haha. but i miss him. and i miss his shows. and his NOFX, song number 4. and i miss his "hey, gloria estefan called, she wants her spicness back" or something...:) props to poey.
i don't know what it is about chris, i think i'd just want to date him to get it out of my system. i mean, he's smart, funny -other people would say, annoying- and all that, and i'm sure i'd get tired of it rather easily, but he's so much fun. i think, actually, i just want to hang out with him, more. yes, that's all. :) i had a thing with him for a month or two. and i don't doubt it was great. but mike kicks the hell out of chris anyday. anydamnday.
and that my dears, is the best feeling in the world.
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