i don't know what it is about me that makes me so incredibly attracted to men who would never be attracted to me. it happens all too often, and usually ends with me shitfaced and crying for a couple of months. you would think that i would give up already, but apparently i'm the type who's a sucker for some sort of clusterfuck type of punishment. i should honestly stop kidding myself, but...
i seriously think i'm in love.
chris.... i adore you. seriously i do. you're the reason why i had to get away from lj for a bit. that friends filter deal was too much of a hassle. i would diaryland it, but you've got a password for that as well. you're way too entrenched in my life. i like it at the same time, i'm disgusted with the way i let you get so close. in a short period of time since i've known you. how long ago was it? shit, i don't even know.. this is why we both need calendars.
i should be plugging away at this ridiculous paper i'm writing about sumptuary laws in early modern europe but i'm not. instead i'm preoccupied with silly meanderings at 3:07 am. why? i guess it's because i have ovaries.
paper shoes.
paper skin.
paper heart.
