Bernice bobs her hair / I can't believe you.

[um_coeur]

A man sending five hundred and ninety dollars to Senegal tells me that he sees me all the time and that I am quiet, where can he get a quiet girl like me? He likes quiet girls, he says, and then he pauses and says that it is because he is quiet, too. Do I have a boyfriend? Yes. Where can he get a quiet girl like me

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[letsget_nucular]

Last Tuesday I was over at a friends house and we were having a conversation. I was talking about my mother and how we'd had lunch the previous Saturday and how she was crying in Applebees and making veiled suicide threats. I began to throw up for no apparent reason and all of a sudden felt like I needed my mother so badly. I called her, she was on a date, they came to pick me up. He was some aged hipster who was loud, social, very impressed with his own intelligence. I was in the car with him for ten minutes or so, just me and him, and over the ethereal '50s doo-wop he began to tell me how great he thought my mother was, how beautiful and graceful and softspoken. That when he talked to her on the phone for the first time (they met on a dating website), her voice was so quiet that he could barely hear her, and he loved that about her

[jezabel]

I had this dream about you where you were wearing a dress and teaching me how to play guitar but you were also really nervous because Stephanie was coming any second and you didn't want to miss her. Clearly I've been reading livejournals too much.