it was too hot and humid outside.
you could stand perfectly still and still sweat like a pig.
i contemplated taking my shirt off and then remembered that acting slutty was only permissible yesterday.
oh, the woes of my life.
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regina spektor – eet
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taken to pride.
i was kind of lacking in shirt.
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why are you single?
ahaha, this is strange.
i just finished reading a post about relationships.
to answer the question, uhhhh…i don’t know(?)
i’m fickle and i don’t have any time or need for a relationship right now.
also, nobody is worthy (kidding, kidding).
plus, i’d probably be really demanding, as in, “FOOD TIME. BUY ME GOOD EATS,” or “BED TIME STORY. RIGHT NOW.”
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i shouldn’t really say this,
but weak people annoy me.
however, just because you sometimes annoy me doesn’t mean i don’t love you anyways.
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accents.
o-hoho.
one of my three weaknesses. there’s just something about them that makes me melt.
for instance, i was at espresso today and one of the waiters who usually wasn’t there was working (ben was gone for some reason), so, being the friendly and outgoing gentleman i most definitely am, i was all, “hey, what’s your name.”
and he smiled and said, “Marc,” in this delectable french accent.
i told him i didn’t hear it the first time just so he’d have to say it again. and then we struck up a conversation about my habit of waking up at 3pm and how he wished he could have such luxuries.
but i could’ve sat there and listened to him talk all day.
there’s just something about accents; french, british, australian, the list goes on and on.
just saying, if you have an accent, i’ll probably let you do me, assuming you’ll be speaking the entire time.
(kidding, kidding, let’s not perpetuate the horribly unjustified belief that i am a huge ho)
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hahaha.
made by a friend of mine.
my pout’s become a running joke between me and my friends.
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fear.
it’s pride week here in toronto and i had to walk by church street (the gay village) to meet up with a friend.
it was quite frightening; masses and masses of people had flooded into the barricaded street. i got rubbed once or twice, two people blocked my path and attempted to strike up a conversation and three different people grabbed my hand and tried to pull me towards them. they all looked at least four years older than me.
also, people stared.
i felt like a piece of meat.
