My brother, informally dressed, just treated me to a four-course meal at his restaurant tonight, his night off. I got nervous when I was told a man was to propose to his girlfriend there, then I was told he was to go to the river and play her a piano song with lights and roses and friends. People stab me everyday with their tales. Either way, I had some wontons with crab meat, then a Hangar steak with risotto and green beans and that was fantastic. Some brawling females attracted the cops and an ambulance to the "Pick". Michael's friends were sweet to me. I like Denny. He drew phallic shapes on our Pennacotta dessert plate in strawberry syrup, which are usually butterfly wings, apparently. The couple was so cute, but they stab me hard. Phoenixville is so shiny. Maybe it's my glasses. I want to watch Submarine and cry. Right after school, when Nick was off to his first work day, I walked straight to Artisan's with my brother. I tried the new Cuban-style espresso, my first cup by itself. It was delicious. I was shaking and bouncing off the walls. We had a pleasant chat with Richard about Italians and their cafes. Then I went home and watched hours of Boardwalk Empire. That show is for adults. Sometimes I feel weird watching it. The misogyny of it hurts me a little bit when I go into my mind and imagine and think. When we were walking to his car, we talked about Sobo and how he doesn't understand my disdain with his character. We happened upon his home, and I kept walking. I was polite enough to call Mike afterwards and inform him of my location and safety.
"Spores" by Say Anything is also misogynistic but sincere.
Pennsylvania Luke. That's me, blue and yellow, as I cock my head to the wind to deafen the blows. Yellow in hollow-bodied anxiety, blue in bleak reverie. Sorry, was that too AP English for an informal blog to the one? Ms. Santry has a talking study hall. Too bad the only one is the non-screwed up Deni that the girl kissed. "Did you ever really stare at me?" My body flashes with humid heat. You're so little. I don't waste. Dementors suck the happiness out of you with their kiss.
Gee, I hope you don't mean half the things you say.
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