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| There was cocaine
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| fun in the glove campartment of your car
this drive
taking pictures of hte city scape, what mistake
woah, on broadways' hills we got stuck
love struck
traffic jam, god commands we're here
good police, take us please
i'm no criminal
good police, take us please
i'm no criminal
i'm no criminal of LAs type
we'll make sure to do our time
i'm not doing not wrong or right
i'll be sure to get in line
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| Kanen and I finally met, and because I've told the story so many times already, I won't go over every detail. All I can say is that all that worrying about him not being interested in me, or something going wrong, or him turning out to be a complete freak were just an unnecessary stress for me. Everything turned out wonderfully. From the moment I jumped into the back seat of their car, he was waiting for me with the biggest smile I could ever imagine, with eyes so bright they lit my sky. I couldn't believe that I finally met my long time distant-lover in person, I was awestruck the entire time. And like, the whole thing was so romantic and he was so sweet to me. The attraction is so much stronger in person, I could feel it flowing between us when we would whisper quietly through the night. His friends went to sleep early, so we went and explored the hotel, looking for a cool place to hang out and... "get to know each other." (disclosed information) I would marry this dude in a heartbeat. He smoked me out the whole night, I think we might have killed an eighth to ourselves through all our PM sessions. He left me with a nug of Northern Californian weed to smoke with myself when he's gone. And, he bought me a latte the next morning, walked me to my bus stop, gave me the sad puppy face guys give you when they're sad over your departure, and a letter the next day to read about how he fell so extremely hard for me and was incredibly stoked to meet me. It was all really sweet, he's such a good guy..
We talked until 3 in the morning, so today I woke up all late and I don't know what happened to the day. It was my favorite memory this whole summer. | | |
| Today was awesome and I only smoked one bowl.
Roby (Santa Cruz guy) and I made some awesome music together. I couldn't bring myself to do anything sexual with him knowing that I have Kanen on my plate for the 20th. I'm so glad that he comes from a small town with barely any good looking people to him, I won't have to match up to such high standards. Honestly, I'm scared shitless of what he might think of me now. I think I had my peak at 13, now I'm just meh... And I have no idea what to wear or what to do or how to be or what to say or what color panties I should wear and what type or how I should intoxicate myself or if I should bring my guitar or if it'll be a distraction... All these thoughts are running through my mind, when really, all I care is to spend some time with him in person. He says I'm beautiful, but I don't know... Look at him, he can do so much better than me and he doesn't even know it. Oh well, it's to my advantage. 
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| I keep hearing these footsteps outside my window really late at night. I have an idea of who it is, since one time I did figure out it was him. Anyhow, if he ever comes across this journal entry, could you please stop? It creeps me the fuck out and I can't fall asleep knowing someone is out there waiting for me to notice them. The window is cracked open so I can hear everything that goes on outside, the footsteps, the lurking, the tapping on your phone sending me text messages. Just because we live close doesn't mean you can harass me like this. Giving me weed does not win over my heart, I'm sorry, but I'm really turned off by you. Please stop. And I'm sorry that you're an insomniac, but pick up a hobby instead of smoking weed and sitting there with nothing to do. | | |
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