mmmMMMmmm: pizza
i've been spending all day trying to figure out the best words to start this post but after hours of playstation, i'm just going to wing it. what was said in my last post were valid points. that is the way i feel. i'm sorry i didn't speak to you first about it though. it's just a topic that i'm not used to. it's never been like this before. it's just a different element into the relationship but i guess it does prove that you're not like the others. i'm sure you know what i mean when i say that. i really do care about you and i feel this way because i don't want anyone or anything to come between us. i know it's just me. you have nothing to do with the way i feel this way, it's just the things around that make me lose focus. we're on a good thing baby. i'm sorry i hid it from you. i feel uncomfortable talking to you about it in person but i want you to know that i do trust you. after talking to you about it today i do know that you're mine and i'm yours. fuck everything i just said in the last post because i wasn't 100% there. put all that shit aside and hurry the fuck up and come over.
it creeps up quicker than you could ever imagine and it's already happened before you've even realize. it starts with coffee. sure, a harmless pleasure to finish off the day or help the weekend creep in. back then you thought it was a rip off to pay $3 for some hot water and beans in a cup but now you're used to it. then out of nowhere you just put your phone and keys on the table because it cramps up your pockets. that then becomes habit. your wardrobe changes from mainly t-shirts and a few shirts to mainly shirts and a few t-shirts. your shoe rack goes from black leather and sneakers to black leather (3 styles), tan leather (2 styles) and sneakers for every day of the week. your hair gets more product, your face sees the razor everyday, your eyes see more and more mercedes convertibles. you move from maccaz to mancinis and whatever's spelt funny is somewhere you'd like to eat. you used to make fun of people that used to eat there but now you're sitting in that very seat they did. your speech is more polite and your body language has loosened up. you're soon too good to go out with your friends and oneday you wake up and realize that you're not the person you used to be. you don't laugh at rude jokes anymore and you swear a lot less. you stretch, rub your eyes and bury your face in your hands. they're smoother than they used to be and that's when you realize. you've spent more money on your image than you have saved in the bank. there's a name for you, a stereotype category. you know the name of it. it's not millionare because you're a million dollars short. it's not model because only you think you're gorgeous. it's something else......it's yuppie.
posted by Ben @ 6:08 PM
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