Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I am such a brat.

Dear Diary,

Today a guy tried to hit on me by complimenting my music taste. "...Damien Rice? Oh yah (stutter), I love them." Them? Boys should never pretend they know things they don't. Don't worry, Diary, I politely laughed in his face and walked away. Okay, I didn't really do that...instead, I listened to him talk about his "awesome" garage band. *sigh*


"Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
9 Crimes

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