puyat
It’s four in the morning and we just came home from a party. Yes, it was hip hop and yes I am not seventeen anymore, if you would like to apply a stereotype. Raekwon of the Wu-tang clan was here. Methodman will be here on the last day of March, but I won’t be. Hay. I’ll post more on it tomorrow, when the cuba libres stop ruling my consciousness.
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I saw this beautiful woman today at the party who totally took my breath away. She was, let’s say effortlessly beautiful. No, she was so interesting that it encompasses just being beautiful. You know how sometimes you think a woman is pretty because she is tall, or with beautiful hair or has nice skin?… when all she really is is more conspicuous than normal? This one is nothing of the ordinary criteria of the easily beautiful just because of one or two traits that automatically puts her into the deserves-a-second-look box. She had a bundle of dreadlocks, but when you look at her something jumps out of you. I realized beauty is tricky. And really what hits us varies.
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I still have to cook, pack and fly tomorrow. Being an adult sucks.
