White Gold

I wanna make it right, 

Some future in my eyes *bright*

Hush- don't explain, 

When you water down my name,

I'll be up too late,

Call me when you get,

Better at your game,

You haven't beat me yet.

it is 10.20 as he is parked inconspicuously in the corner of Paragon's Starbucks. He has brought along with him, in preparation for the long wait he will have to contend with while the radioactive dye slowly creeps through his veins and seeps through his bones (which will take 5 hours), a novel entitled Fanny Hill (otherwise known as Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure), Human Geography Notes and his Literary Package. These will hopefully keep him busy till 2pm arrives... if not, then the bookstore across the street will. More abou the novel, it has been awhile since a novel like this has drawn him in since its opening passage; a girl abandoned by te death of her parents at 15 seeks refuge at a brothel, where she is taken advantage of while beginning to lose senses of her innocence. She succumbs to the draw of certain men who come in search of having their passions fulfilled (she observes their engagements with the employees through a closet). Eventually, she runs away with a man she defines as 'her universe' only to have him tragically removed by his father onboard a voyage to nowhere due to his lack of work and excessive drive for lavishness.

It is the usual tragedy sans the underage proclivities and intense and vivid images the author evokes through romanticized words that replace the otherwise vulgar terms used to describe ones private parts.
okay bye, that was my day.

p.s, the song is so good.
p.p.s, excited.
p.p.p.s, Armani has light blue jeans for guys. wow. i want.