We painted our faces with glee at sleepovers. The mirror our Tik-Tok, each other the followers. No algorithm needed. Back then, it was the grown-up thing. Up past our bedtime, not in our own homes, our own beds, and gossiping about absent friends and secret crushes while we stuff our faces with pretzels and pop. An adult life sneak preview, we ( Read more... )

I lost access to my LJ for a long time. I almost gave up when I finally got a reply regarding access to my account. I'm not a fan of the reset method when a password merely needs an update. I never even realize my email address here wasn't set to one I can access, until I couldn't log in. It took a world of sleuthing to figure out the email ( Read more... )

I haven't written about Cello Guy in a while ( Read more... )

Coming back in from a smoke break, I had to wait for Angel to be searched, to make sure he wasn't sneaking anything back inside (he has to keep his cigarettes in a lock-box outside the entrance). I waited in the hallway, but I could still see him through the door window. They didn't make him strip, but they did make him remove his bag, his ( Read more... )

We kissed. Not in the traditional sense, of course, because we don't kiss. But he shared a cigarette with me in more than handing me the rest of one he started. He offered a puff to me and I took it, then handed it back, not expecting he'd actually take it (he had another in his pocket ( Read more... )

He called me an infectious loser over text, and I stopped responding, knowing this wasn't the same Angel I wanted to fight. We had the longest breakup of our relationship that time, ranging over 3 months, with one, maybe two interludes of him being hospitalized and begging for me to visit and bring him cigarettes ( Read more... )

Since our bre akup, we haven't kissed ( quotations insinuated). Our usual elbow kisses seem demoted to elbow bumps, as in, elbows are jutted to each other, but not instinctually. 99% of the time, I initiate, and I'm not expecting a kiss, but I never get one anyway. He'll lift his elbow in response, but we don't touch them together like an actual ( Read more... )

Angel and I got back together after nearly a month apart, with no sight nor sound from him. Once a week, I sent him a text. "Sweet dreams," which he always liked to read from me. "I hope you can see the eclipse from wherever you are." And lastly, just a simple "Hey," to which he responded with a phone call ( Read more... )

We seemed a perfect fit, but my time in the sun with my Angel has ended. I'm sad, certainly, but life must go on. He assured me we'd still be friends, but we all know how that goes ( Read more... )

In the last summer where I had a sizable load of birthday cash from family members, I decided to give my bedroom a teen dream makeover. I always marveled at the chic bedrooms of magazine girls, and wanted desperately to be as organized and coordinated. So I took my money to the shops and bought new linens and a bunch of fixings for a unified look ( Read more... )