so i had this brilliant idea for a post yesterday...i was feeling inspired by song and ready to start a counterpoperosion revolution (www.thefaint.com) in my own home... (while providing you all with ways to do the same...)
today, this idea is dead. the revolutionary spirit in me is quelled for the moment, only for a moment i am sure, but tonight i am feeling warm and happy inside...one could dare say, excited...
now i am sure the question that is passing through your mind is, 'why?'...that would of course be my question as well...the answer ladies and gentlemen is simple and 'simple' at the same time: i have a crush on a boy...
shit, i have a real, giddy, stupid, wanna hang out with him crush...
my crushes usually involve people who are either completely unavailable due either to relationship status (already known by me before preceding with crush and of no consequence) or sexual preference (meaning: i have a thing for gay men...) or they are on boys who i may never actually meet and are appealing because if i never meet them they can never reject me...
but this is something new, something i haven't felt for a while: something that makes me want to brush my hair and teeth and put on makeup before going out; something that makes me want to say witty things and have more clever conversations about experimental noise pop vs. mediocre edmonton punk rock in the hallways of obscure treatment centres for youth with mental and emotional problems...
it makes me want all of that and it makes me excited on a sunday evening...
now, is there hope for me and my crush? well, there are a two things i do not know about him: 1) is he single? (usually, i already know and don't care...this time i don't) and 2) is he interested in me...
i hope he is. i want him to be. i want him to play guitar for me at 4am and write me songs and sing them in a quiet voice as the sun starts to rise... i want all that cheesy pop music romance shit...
i never feel like this. i haven't been this excited about a person in ages...
'so who is this guy?' i guess that's the last question on your mind... see the 'big fat stinky liar' post from a few weeks back...
this is so exciting!! (or at least i hope it might be...)
xo alice.
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You want him to sing...in a quiet voice...as the sun comes up...
I just threw up all over my carpet.
You're going to have to pay for the deep cleaning.
Jesus, that's sick.
ok so maybe i went a little far in my euphoria over this little crushie-poo but whatever...it's not worth vomiting over...there are far worse things in the world than the desire for a little romance or some hot dirty sex...
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