Sept the Eighteenth
I don’t at all feel like writing – got’a rest the muscles for tomorrow so I can finish my notetaking like I planned to the other day – but there’s something on my mind that I really want to put to paper. So here goes.
Today I went to the library not to work, not to see Victoria (but of course I did, and what a sight to see), but to read. I still don’t have a library card and I’m probably not going to get one because nobody in this hick town ever borrows books, they literally have a paper log of the books that get taken out (Vic’ showed me, the last book was borrowed literally five months ago and still has yet to be returned, and guess what that book is. I’ll just tell you – Squirrel Recipes for the Zombie Apocalypse: A Doomsday Prepper Cookbook to Survive the End of Days, by Laura Sommers. I can’t even make the shit up), so I figure I could just pluck one off the shelf, read a few chapters, put it back, and come back to it whenever. I went with Pet Sematary by Stephen King, ‘cause I wanted to start with something in my wheelhouse, and it’s really good so far. Part of me wanted to read the whole thing in one shot but I just didn’t have the time. I wound up staying until closing though, which was cool, and I got kicked out by none other than Miss Victoria, which was even cooler.
The coolest part – I waited a few minutes at the door for her to get her stuff and we walked out together and I walked her to her car and she kissed me again. Right there in the parking lot, in full view of the other librarians who walked out behind us, and it lasted, like, entire seconds longer than the one yesterday! She was lowkey in a hurry to get out of there, too, as if the girl wanted her coworkers to see us, although that might just be me connecting dots that aren’t meant to be connected. I don’t know. It was really, really, like… actually, that’s why I wanted to write this.
So in college I had a friend with benefits named Jocelyn, I think I’ve written about her in here. Girl was a highkey nymphomaniac, always had her hands in my pants and shit, and that was cool and all, but we rarely kissed. And even when we did kiss, it was just kind of… like… okay, so we would press our lips together (and swap spit more often than not) but it was never… it just kind of happened. Not the good kind of “just kind of happened,” you know what I mean? Like… it was okay. Just kind’a there. Almost felt unnecessary.
But with Tori? Journal, with Tori?? Damn near indescribable. It’s like… this is corny as all hell, but it was like fireworks were going off in my mind (and in my pants, just a tiny bit, more in my mind), it was like arcs of white lightning buzzed between our lips, it was like taking a bite out of a cupcake that just came out of the oven except the cupcake was made of flowers and frosted with butterflies, it was like… it was just so… nice.
I’ve never felt this way about someone before. I literally have a crush, and she literally likes me back. What the hell is going on??
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Not that I’m complaining. Should probably set that straight. But uh… yeah. I did other stuff today, but I don’t feel like writing. Just wanted to put that down.
Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Good sleeps and good dreams~
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