It rains in your bedroom.......
He caught her eye as she stepped on the bus. Her hair, slick from the rain. She smiled as she caught his own, and just for a brief moment, their eyes met. She wasn't conventionally pretty but it was a little unsettling to him. Maybe.....just maybe, in another lifetime they might have been together, he thought as she made her way past him.....
Esp since she was old enough to be her mother, had more fingers than teeth and was also Indian. I'm sorry, Im racist that way.
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It rains in your bedroom......... - Sunday, July 4, 2010 @ 9:56 PM
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It rains in your bedroom......... - Sunday, July 4, 2010 @ 9:56 PM
It rains in your bedroom.......
He caught her eye as she stepped on the bus. Her hair, slick from the rain. She smiled as she caught his own, and just for a brief moment, their eyes met. She wasn't conventionally pretty but it was a little unsettling to him. Maybe.....just maybe, in another lifetime they might have been together, he thought as she made her way past him..... Esp since she was old enough to be her mother, had more fingers than teeth and was also Indian. I'm sorry, Im racist that way. |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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