from my hand covered in ranch, to my papa having a stroke/heart-attack, to globbing peanut butter, to millions of tests, and dissecting a worm, my week has been the week from hell, but that's all fine because its a-okay, and over with!
all with yesterday.
babo, for open mic, which was an experience in itself.
to the lightrail (taco!), to the food court, to going over fire-limit, to gangsters and emo kids and pier walking, i had a grand old time.
and its even better, because jay legaspi is beginning to recognize us! haha
and, he spit on me. but i enjoyed every second of it.
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i enjoyed meeting you, and when our hands touched to say hello, and we both paused for a little, so they'd be there a little longer.
i wish i could touch your hand again.
i can't like you, i know i can't! because nothing will ever happen, and that kind of upsets me.
i'm hoping i'll run into you again, and when you make time to talk to me, i won't be a busybody, and rushing, so i can talk to you too.

its even kind of funny when people recognize you, but you don't know them.
"oh, you're colour me sarah!"
damn straight.