Let's get some shoes.

I got my license today. Cera and I got it together. We sat through an awards assembly. Very long and boring. Chadwick and I strained our necks to see who Jesse was staring at. Our first thought was 'Find the Hispanic boys'. It worked. We found him. Jesse swears he wasn't staring. Whatever. I got a lot of work done in Study Hall. It was so humid today. The heat was killer and tennis sucked fish nuts. I think I did fairly well on my English test today. Then we read poetry. Daniel loved my ode to Mountain Dew.

I've already been to the mall and it Sucked!

I was born in the wrong century. In the wrong decade. In the wrong location. I don't want this time era unless I am Japan where old customs and styles from across the world are sitll being used. I desire corsets laced too tight to breathe and dainty lace gloves. I desire the outrageous hair and vinyl and leather covered with studs and spikes. I desire cosmetics so bold and morbid that I'll be mistaken for death. In this attire, I want to dance. To the Waltz, the Foxtrot, the Tango, the Salsa, the Flamenco, and the Polka. Everyone will stare. Her clothes are distasteful! Absurd! Obscene! But look at her dance! And I shall continue to dance until I feel nothing and have become void of this pain.

I've already been to heaven, and after five minutes I was like 'Let's go!'

It has been decided that deep down, I'm an erotic cabaret dancer. I feel it. It's obvious in my wardrobe. In the way I speak. In the way I act. I think I may do some sort of cabaret work instead of a 'real' job when I get to college. It could be fun. And I know it pays well. I certainly have the fashion sense for it.

Oh, by the way betch, fuck you!

I think I was in love. I'm sorry I'm too late. I'm sorry I caused this pain. No, I suppose you've long since moved on. Now this is my pain alone to suffer through.

I think you have too many shoes.

                                           

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