MY GF LOVES LAVA LAMPS, ‘CAUSE SHE’S AWESOME LIKE THAT.
Okay, so I’m not in Seattle, whatever, fu*k you.
I’m just lonely with my gf in Hawaii. I have nothing to do. I mean, my friend Colton was who I went and hung out with the other night, and that was cool and all, and Aisha and Matt are keeping me company, but I really just wanna talk to B-my gf. Not telling you her name yet.
I’m not sure what to talk about. Not much has been happening. OH! I told my mom about who I was dating and she’s super cool with it and thinks it’s a GENIUS idea. My dad I’m NEVER telling and in fact my GF is NEVER telling her mother, at least not until she’s moved out so her mom can’t chuck things at her. We have the best conversations.
My grandfather is staying here with us for the second night in a row. It’s creepy, having an 86 year old man sleeping right beside you, and the only thing seperating you is a wall. I need more than a wall, I can hear him moan (NOT FROM THAT, HE’S STILL ALIVE, SO IT’S NOT RIGAMORTIS, YOU SICK FU*K’S)and hit the wall with his hand. I need like a big dome (I was watching the simpsons movie, I’m sorry) to keep us seperate. Look, I love him and everything, it’s just creepy, that’s all I’m saying.
I’ve been replaying a playlist of songs over the past 3 days to get Enaya off my mind, but the songs I chose, IRONICALLY, only remind me MORE of her:
GIRL ALL THE BAD GUYS WANT-BOWLING FOR SOUP
SHE HATES ME-PUDDLE OF MUDD
And there’s more, but those 2 SPECIFICALLY remind me of my sh*tty situation.
God if only things were easier. I need to stop writing these at night, when I can think. These were better when I was writing them during the morning, hyped up on Diet Coke and not wanting to do my multimedia classwork.
Definitly more humerous.
MW
