Anything Goes When Flashing Jimmy Page With Saggy Breasts
My boyfriend Max, that's who.
Today was a day of all days. I still cannot believe it actually, and I am still shaking from it. It was just that damn good.
Oh, and I had a confirmation retreat with Mr. Mike the teamo-supremo "play a game, learn a lesson" man. It was excellent in the fact that I got to enjoy a day of fun-filled laughter with some people who I hardly get the chance to converse with. I have a new American Idol who has cool music interests. I rode with Allison G. in the big Volvo. It was grand. We had to "do" the hokey pokey and the meditation crap and some other games. (75) It was okay. I did not like the talks, but then again, when do I ever like when any adult or peer for that matter preaches. I may be a preacher; they may be preachers, but I dislike them and, in turn, dislike myself for manifesting what I protest. I am not a hypocrite, ever... at all.
Conversate is not a word? (Gasp)
Mass was tragic. I just love to see old people, but it makes me so sad. I throughly dislike when people talk bad about old people, but I know they are human just like everyone else. I can just envision one old lady gossiping about the other because her hair is not it's natural color of blue. I also have this misconception that all old people are saints. They are innocent to the max. I swear to you that I could see an old person shoot a twelve year old in the head, and I could still find the compassion to not sentence him to death or maybe even imprisonment. Old people just strike me as something mysterious and interesting. They have this whole life of scandal or bore, grandeur or normalcy. I mean... I am only sixteen, and I already have a couple of cool stories, just imagine what these punks are packing. Plus, they undoubtedly lived in a much more interesting time. The Depression. WWII. Woodstock and the 70s. From the sock hop to hair metal bands, they have seen it all.
How weird would it be to get older but go backward in time. You would age normally, but instead of in ten years it being 2014, it would be 1994. You could relive Nirvana. You could be a forty something year old groupie of Robert Plant and the boys. Jesus. I cannot figure out if that is appealing or not to me. I just want to be a teenager in the 70s; is that too much to ask?
After the retreat, I went to Thibodaux to see my boyfriend Max. Did I mention that he's hott. Yeah, you should meet him. He tells me he loves me and gives me all kinds of kisses. He is so dreamy.
Well, I am just writing to write, but my feet are cold, and I must sleep.
Goodnight birds,
Kay Falg
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