I met him probably a month ago. he showed me and my friend the healthier way to pop your back. apparently with yout legs slightly bent and your pelvis jutted out. he says he looks like nicolas cage. i think slightly without his glasses perhaps. he is about 6'2" and broad shoulders. conservative, and he wants to be president of the united states. he has left Austin (where i live in constant agony) for a month to go around the country a bit. and since he left i can't stop thinking about him. i don't know why. i know little about him. but i want to see him again. the last night he was in town we shared a bed at my friend's house. he is so fucking perfect cause he doesn't snore. hot damn. supposedly he will be back in july. and i don't know what i am going to do with these feelings i seem to have collected. in most cases i can just recycle them. i dunno. i want the guts to face this boy.

Damn! All I have is the face to gut the boy. Soory I couldn't help. Know what sucks? having hunger pangs while you are eating. Makes 'em worse.

i have a friend who is hungry all the time. he is of course quite skinny. he told me the saddest and funniest thing. that sometimes he eats so much his jaw hurts, but he is still hungry. i wonder if that is dark comedy.

i ate a mess of meat and grease and didn't run at all last week. and lost 4 lbs. wtf.

the medication makes me hungry and brutally nauseous at the same time. I am in hell. who needs to face a boy? that's what email, letters, and answering machines are for. yup.

don't know his phone number, address or email address are. i usually only see him face to face.

don't listen to me, i'm a wimp. just do it, it's worth it. baaah

since i never veryy good at these things. i usually fuck things up by professing my love too soon. i keep forgetting what fragile creatures men are. so i have decided to tell him when he gets back that i am infatuated with him. and the only way for he and i to be friends is for this infatuation ti die down a little. and the only way for that to happen is for him to accept me making very bad come ons and trying to touch his bottom and see him naked. after i have gotten it out of my system we can be really good friends. or he could date me and it will be even more fun cause then we can have sex and i will cut his hair, and make him origami things and fruit salad. and i will buy the wine,make din din. take pictures of him, write a song for him, play cello for him. and of course kiss him. hopefully he will choose wisely.

His answeer will determine whether he is an idiot or not, too. (He'd be an idiot for not dating you, that is)

ahhh you flatter me Sem. but trust me to some ( wi will be a little ego centric and not say many) dating me is not their idea of what they would be interested in. they would prefer a passionless, flaky girl to pretend to like them and be mean to them. than an intellectually stimulating, sex kitten like myself to ravage them at any given opprotunity. and on top of that serve them to the fullest extent of their being. (which is all i really want to do.) i just want someone to cook for and play for and write for. i am bored with myself. i need to see how this kymical reacts with others. <sigh> i feel so forelorn. i think infatuation should be listed as a sickness.

Fret not, dear Kymmie. I think you're pretty damn cool. Rest assured that others will too. Perhaps they are dismayed by your aura of awesomnullabilitude?