Musical brother and I finally got around to kissing each other. I don't have a whole lot to say...it's not like there's anyone either of us know who hadn't seen it coming (If you're a person either of us know and you hadn't seen it coming then...duh). Also - not that I'm at all supersticious but since it took me hours to work this out and I've spent a long time discussing it with verynaive I'll mention it - he was the 13th boy I've kissed. But verynaive says 13 will be lucky for us (because she can change the laws of nature specially to suit her friends because she is very important).

I have to ask - is there some law no one ever mentioned to me which states that if you choose to wear a (short leather) skirt and (fuschia) fishnets, every bloke within a mile's radius is allowed to feel you up? No, people, there is not. Don't do it (the feeling up that is. If you're young and beautiful enough for the fuschia fishnets then go for it)

Even cuter than boys with crushes : boys who get nervous when in the presence of their crushes. blEss.

"Looks like we might have made it, put on your silkworm dress. You look so beautiful and I look such a mess." Here Be Monsters by Ed Harcourt will make you happier than you ever imagined you could be - such is the power of prettiful music.

MMMMMMM, whoever invented potato cakes and peanut butter should be...knighted or sainted (there's an actual word for that) or given some sort of "better than Jamie Oliver and way less annoying" award.

Sometime soon I will write an actual real entry instead of random unconnected thoughts. (Oooohhh, this lying to my diary thing is getting soooooo easy).

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* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to