so rob. or boots as he will now be known.
in my ever searching quest for fun and normalcy...
was great. took molly into the city, very near the annex to small little apartment much like mine, and sat on the back deck and talked and drank creemore beer until he blushed...we talked about movies and music and love and indifference, and molly, and life, and school...
it was great. he's a great guy, and you know the weird thing, i think there is this odd misconception, i don't know if it's a misconception about ME, but definately one directed toward me at verious times of my very recent life, that if you have money, no matter how weird you are, and how immoral, and how unexciting, and how unable to sit around for 8 hours and talk with me you are...if someone has money, and this is apparent with the office brat too, but in a different way, you are entirely insecure in any situation that is not atleast 70% dependent on the ability to throw around and impress with the money...from buying a beer or coffee to taking you to thailand just cause to i dunno other random money things. which WHATEVER. i'm not saying it's not fun and exciting and whatever, but i think it only sweeps you off your feet for a bit, and then all of a sudden, you just see this not very attractive guy, who's entirely insecure, unable to discuss anything you like to discuss, and not really caring to discuss anything, who really you are just not freakin compatible with.
so. i drive up to this little apartment in a relatively nice part of the city. and i sit in the back on this little ikea patio set and there's nothing to drink in the house, and he's wearing boots that he FOUND, and he cuts his own hair, and reads and talks and we spend all night laying on his mattress watching hell's kitchen...
and GOD it was great.
i remember gob saying that she's always attractive to the chain smoking broke guys. i guess i am too. deep down.
oh and he looks like this (which is not my "type" per se but...yeah):
in my ever searching quest for fun and normalcy...
was great. took molly into the city, very near the annex to small little apartment much like mine, and sat on the back deck and talked and drank creemore beer until he blushed...we talked about movies and music and love and indifference, and molly, and life, and school...
it was great. he's a great guy, and you know the weird thing, i think there is this odd misconception, i don't know if it's a misconception about ME, but definately one directed toward me at verious times of my very recent life, that if you have money, no matter how weird you are, and how immoral, and how unexciting, and how unable to sit around for 8 hours and talk with me you are...if someone has money, and this is apparent with the office brat too, but in a different way, you are entirely insecure in any situation that is not atleast 70% dependent on the ability to throw around and impress with the money...from buying a beer or coffee to taking you to thailand just cause to i dunno other random money things. which WHATEVER. i'm not saying it's not fun and exciting and whatever, but i think it only sweeps you off your feet for a bit, and then all of a sudden, you just see this not very attractive guy, who's entirely insecure, unable to discuss anything you like to discuss, and not really caring to discuss anything, who really you are just not freakin compatible with.
so. i drive up to this little apartment in a relatively nice part of the city. and i sit in the back on this little ikea patio set and there's nothing to drink in the house, and he's wearing boots that he FOUND, and he cuts his own hair, and reads and talks and we spend all night laying on his mattress watching hell's kitchen...
and GOD it was great.
i remember gob saying that she's always attractive to the chain smoking broke guys. i guess i am too. deep down.
oh and he looks like this (which is not my "type" per se but...yeah):
posted by Faint faint faintedink at 9:30 a.m.
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