It’s like wewe think wewe are salama au something cause wewe can just walk away anytime, cause wewe don’t need her - wewe don’t need anyone. But the thing wewe didn’t realize is, you’re wrong.” — Jordan Catalano.
“You are so beautiful…that it hurts to look at you…”
So I got my dvd set of “My So-Called Life”. I would upendo it if this onyesha was still on the air, then I’d have a reason to watch tv again. When I’ve tried to explain to people what this onyesha is about, the only thing I can say is that it’s about teen girl angst. I was telling one of my guy Marafiki about it and he alisema he remembered it being on the air but that he didn’t like it. I alisema that’s because wewe were never a teen girl…with angst.
Watching it over again, I am magically transported back to 15 years old. What a crappy age that is. wewe care about what everyone thinks, even though wewe pretend that wewe don’t. You’re fighting for your own separate identity, even though wewe follow the crowd. And then there’s that one guy, that if he looked at you, just for one second, the whole world would just stop. That one guy that wewe long for, the one that wewe just upendo to stare at because he just leans so well. The guy that wewe want so badly that everything else just hurts. The one guy wewe want, who doesn’t want wewe back… God, I upendo this show! Angst, sweet, angst.
And actually, I don’t really know if wewe get over that last part. Right now, there’s this guy that I see every now and then, he’s got this way about him. I don’t know it’s a crazy thing. I find myself staring at him and I try not to, but he is just so captivating. And I know that in this siku and age it’s not PC au “the right thing to do” but he smokes and he is so damn sexy when he smokes. The way he leans into the lighter, the way it lights up his face, the way he takes that first drag and exhales, the smoke framing his face. Sometimes he catches me watching him and grins with his lopsided grin…*sigh*….
Maybe that’s why I feel so close to Angela. We have that in common. We both have a Jordan Catalano. That one perfect guy that wewe just know if wewe could just walk up to him and say hi, everything would be different. But for some reason au another, wewe don’t. wewe can’t. And therefore, nothing changes. He’s out there and you’re in here. But one day…maybe one day…
And really, if wewe think about it, those kinds of feelings, that awkwardness…well…I guess that’s something wewe never outgrow.
“You are so beautiful…that it hurts to look at you…”
So I got my dvd set of “My So-Called Life”. I would upendo it if this onyesha was still on the air, then I’d have a reason to watch tv again. When I’ve tried to explain to people what this onyesha is about, the only thing I can say is that it’s about teen girl angst. I was telling one of my guy Marafiki about it and he alisema he remembered it being on the air but that he didn’t like it. I alisema that’s because wewe were never a teen girl…with angst.
Watching it over again, I am magically transported back to 15 years old. What a crappy age that is. wewe care about what everyone thinks, even though wewe pretend that wewe don’t. You’re fighting for your own separate identity, even though wewe follow the crowd. And then there’s that one guy, that if he looked at you, just for one second, the whole world would just stop. That one guy that wewe long for, the one that wewe just upendo to stare at because he just leans so well. The guy that wewe want so badly that everything else just hurts. The one guy wewe want, who doesn’t want wewe back… God, I upendo this show! Angst, sweet, angst.
And actually, I don’t really know if wewe get over that last part. Right now, there’s this guy that I see every now and then, he’s got this way about him. I don’t know it’s a crazy thing. I find myself staring at him and I try not to, but he is just so captivating. And I know that in this siku and age it’s not PC au “the right thing to do” but he smokes and he is so damn sexy when he smokes. The way he leans into the lighter, the way it lights up his face, the way he takes that first drag and exhales, the smoke framing his face. Sometimes he catches me watching him and grins with his lopsided grin…*sigh*….
Maybe that’s why I feel so close to Angela. We have that in common. We both have a Jordan Catalano. That one perfect guy that wewe just know if wewe could just walk up to him and say hi, everything would be different. But for some reason au another, wewe don’t. wewe can’t. And therefore, nothing changes. He’s out there and you’re in here. But one day…maybe one day…
And really, if wewe think about it, those kinds of feelings, that awkwardness…well…I guess that’s something wewe never outgrow.