9:17 p.m. Earlier I said these mozzarella sticks taste like garbage. I would like to amend that statement. They taste worse than garbage. I would prefer to eat garbage, because then there would be the chance I would get to eat a bite of something good someone started to eat but couldn’t finish, or paper.
The water outside TGI Friday’s is black now.
9:23 p.m. I keep thinking I hear people say “Caity.” I write down in my notebook that I am “definitely hallucinating.”
I put my head near the table to write more and the scent of old marinara and burnt rubber fills my nostrils. I sit back up.
9:36 p.m. A waiter tries to give me another table’s Boneless Buffalo Wings. Do not tempt me, Satan.
If you’re lesbian and you fall for a guy FINE If you’re gay and you fall for a woman FINE If you’re bisexual and you have a preference for girls FINE If you’re bisexual and you have a preference for guys FINE If you’re pansexual and have a preference FINE If you’re asexual and get attracted to someone somehow FINE
What’s not fine however is telling someone they can’t love another person because it doesn’t fit into the confinements of a label.
9!!!!! like okay sometimes you say things on tumblr dot com and I’m like wow this is the coolest chick with her analysis and shit and other times you say things and I’m still like wow what a cool chick
3699! gawd just. you’re so sweet and great and have so many emotions about good things and i feel like you went from this young sweet babu to this like lady in the time that i’ve known you. a++ would know again