oh! my! GOD! i've been getting crushes on random, mostly female, retail workers. like, i'll go to purchase something and the next minute i'm retarded with lust. there is this girl who works in a socks store (no, really, a store full of socks) and we talked last time i was in there. she was kind of flirty, but i don't think it was with any real intent. we talked of the sexiness of knee high socks. we talked about vespas. we talked about black hair dye. we talked a lot, actually. i purchased a garter belt and some lovely pink socks. she said they were hot and gave me a come hither look. i turned red and looked at my feet. ladeda. except, since then i have to look into the store every time i go by. if she's not there i am sad. if, like today, she is there i am too damn afraid to go in. today i wanted to get socks, but her sexy presence prevented me from making it through the door. i stood outside of the store for a bit, thinking maybe she would go on break allowing me to go buy stuff. nope. she sat there, looking bored and terribly hot. i tried to work up the nerve to go in, and sort of leaned in the door. she looked up and smiled. i freaked, smiled back and then bolted away. i went to the body shop and spent $40. AHEXHBXRamxrUWH4LXIT Frjegovgoiunwh6 gmurfn lgiurtnOFOYXFNW4c b4yul ht m83658qx4 r. i don't know. i am such a moron. i can't believe myself. i am 12, forever and always.

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