not a promise or a threat or an ultimatum, though i can do those too, i’m just telling you i’ve got this life i’ve got to live

after singing this to myself a thousand or more times it only gets better and better, not to mention i feel like i understand more and more where he’s coming from. best song of the week yet.

it’s peculiar how the slightest attention from a couple pretty girls can turn my day around. for example, tuesday i had a short chat with the sexy girl at work about independent film and books and music. this is someone i really hadn’t done anything other than politely acknowledge prior to that day. not only was it nice but i found out she’s more interesting than i gave her credit for. today i got the feeling she made a point of talking to me even though she was only around for a little while. more likely though i’m just pathetic.

this was even better though: a girl sat next to me in my visual culture class today, whom i’ve said hello to before, and who’s good looking and wears the coolest thrift-store type clothes. during the lecture, i looked down and saw that she was wearing two different socks (one thin stripes of lavendar purple and blue, the other plain gray). i turned to her and said (i’m so smooth, watch this:), “your socks don’t match.” she said she knew, but that she’d lost the other striped one, and she liked it too much not to wear it. i’m sure she had no idea how much i loved her right then. i could have died (to borrow from catcher in the rye). though i did manage to tell her i approved of the decision because it really was a good sock.

so i decided that’s the kind of girl i want — although not necessarily this girl, specifically. i just want a girl with mismatched socks.