This afternoon, I made myself some pasta. As usual, I couldn't eat it all. I usually throw the remainders away, but today, I felt it should be spared. I wrote a note and placed it on top of the lid to the pot. It said: "This spaghetti is too good to trash. Someone please eat it. Microwave for 25 seconds, add cheese and sauce! xxx". Five hours later, I came down to get some warm tea to put me to sleep. On the way down the stairs, I was wondering if anyone had eaten my delicious pasta yet! When I got to the kitchen, nothing had been touched. The parmesan cheese and the sauce, perfectly aligned. Just how I left it. The small bowl and fork were perfectly placed, and the note remained untouched.

I decided to read my own note, and follow the directions written on it. It was delicious. I licked the bowl clean! With 3 other people living here, I figured somebody would have eaten it by then, but nope.

I'm lonely, and I like it more than anything.

When I graduate from my senior class, I want to be myself from there on out. I want to constantly revamp everything. For instance, right now, I want to paint my room pink. I know my dad wouldn't let me, because it's too "expensive", but that's what I want right now. Pink is my favorite color. My room's currently a piss green (if you can picture that) and my bed comforter is the exact same color. I guess this is all flooding out of me because I've just finished watching Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. You know... how Ramona Flowers is always changing her hair color? I envy that. So much. My dream is to live in a small vintage house with a garden and a room for all my cats *.* and a very nice stove and oven set, so I can cook my marvelous pasta dish for everyone I care about! I just want to live alone and happily until I get sick of it. I don't want to tell my beau that though, because I can imagine him not getting offended of me saying that.

Truthfully, I would like to be alone forever. But then again, the company of a lover with me all the time sounds so bitter sweet... I don't know. I feel like I don't know anything about myself anymore.

As if I ever did.

swag swag, punch a bitch

i'm so fucking bored and my beau is sleeping like a baby