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Thursday I don't care About You It's Friday...

Biting my nails....

It's a Friday night do you know where your life is? Mine is sitting in a chair staring past my laptop at the wall.
Boring...Yes but this is the life of a PREMATURE metro goddess, I haven't hit complete active metro goddess status yet.

Why am I sitting at home? I imagine the numerous things I could be getting myself into. Clubbing with Khep...He did invite me.
Drinking with Ash...I'm too broke and she works in the morning.
In His bed...And I mean that in a very not sexual kind of way.

I'm going to refer to him as Him for the purposes of this little blogging space. He is exquisite but he doesn't know it. He is the guy that somewhere deep down I really want but I have maintained enough foresight to quell those thoughts; A great achievement considering his lips on mine and his hands all over me, but that's irrelevant until my head and my heart stop separating the two. To be cliche and film quoting He is "everything I never knew I always wanted".

And he is soo broken...

This is my Friday night...
...my Friday night thinking about Him.

**fIrefLy**

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