"Where Are We To Go? Where Are We Ever To Go?"

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Ahahahahahhahahaaaaaaaaaa....

*dies of stress*

I miss Robert. He IMed me today. Apparently he cut his hair. Damn. He had such gorgeous hair. He looked like a Botticelli angel. I can't believe he cut it.

Only four months till I see him again. Only four months.

He danced with me, I remember. When I was sniffling in the back of the dance hall. He came over and told me the scarves I was wearing looked really pretty, and then he asked me to dance. And we did, for about an hour. And we talked the entire time. It was not a particularly romantic conversation, 'tually, but that made it all the nicer.

Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

...Okay, so that was utterly teenage babble.

Comments

[sansenmage.livejournal.com]

It would be classfied as Teenage Babble by Linguistic Professors if it included "like" and "y'know" as every third or fourth word making "It was not a particularly romantic conversation" into "Like, it wasn't like a particularly romantic conversation, y'know."

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*flips hand airily* Oh, don´t be techinical!

Thanks. *g*