in real life. meaning i've obviously only ever stalked the shit out of her online, so as to study to her apparent beauty/appeal/general aesthetic, cause i'm a girl, you know. she stared at me with her perfect skin. for a bit. and i know that really she was staring at my awesome swag, but a little part of me jumped the gun and wondered if she wasn't looking at me IRL, as if she knew my online persona too. you know, as if i was that significant in x's life. when i'm not.
whatever, she has manly broad shoulders.
so i went to a park, smoked a j, downed a bear, and told the unfortunate dude sitting next to me how "fucking dope i am, though." he said my legs felt real smooth.
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