Sunday, March 29, 2009

stalking is stupid. but oh so fun.

I'm still high on yesterday. Edward Furlong. His naked skin against mine, clasping me tight in a




...firm handshake.




But still.


I'll always remember the feeling of his arm around me, his body against mine, and the kiss that never happened. It was the most intense moment in my twelve year old life.

Whenever I turn 26 again, I'm going to tell you about how I want to make a fake contract and insist on people signing it the next time I go hunting for autographs. That would be hilarious. "No, you sign the dotted line.. I know it says I'll get custody of your kids but never mind that now. I just want your autograph and this was the only piece of paper I have avaliable."

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