October 1st, 2008

so do you think i'm pretty

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john came over and woke me up again, sigh. this was made rather awkward by the facts that 1) yesterday was one of the nights i didn't bother putting a shirt on before going to bed (like last time, actually), and 2) his brother was with him. i heard him coming before he got to my room, though, so i managed to lock the door :|b

while i was getting dressed, i heard the following conversation:

george (john's younger brother by two years, and as such is one year younger than me): what's she doing?
john (my darling fairy friend. gayest of the gay, except for the unfortunate crush on me that i think ended a while ago): she's putting on a bra, probably!
george: um. what?
john: that's what she was doing last time, i don't know! i don't know why, anyway, it's just us.
george: ... she is so wasted on you, john.

TO BE FAIR, THOUGH, everything is wasted on john. this is why we can't have nice things. fucking furfag :|

in less naked news, FIRST PAYCHECK. $155, AAAAAAALL RIGHT.