Back to what I know...

I find myself often talking about boys. Honestly, right now, its what needs to be discussed.

So, Lil Boy, ugh, where to begin on this one?
Number one, we met at a party, I got his number. I did this rather bluntly, and he seemed interested. Well, since that moment, I've hung out with him once.
Most conversations (text) with him are as follows:

Lil Boy: Sup?
Me: Not much. you?
Lil Boy: Chillen.


Silence... Hence, his nickname, Lil Boy. He doesn't know how to get past those words.

The Dealer.
I've been eying this boy for quite some time. I didn't even know his name until recently. Well, I had a party at my house last sat. and he was in attendance. We hung out and again, he seemed interested. He asked for my number, not the other way around. When I finally hear from him, its simply business. Fine, I'll play along. But towards the end of our transaction, I casually say something about hanging out, and he brushes it off, then as he rides his bike away (since he doesn't own a car) he turns and says 'I want to remain mysterious'... hahahaha.

Anyways, I hope someone gets a kick out these ridiculous boys.



I'll find my match eventually.

Airplanes..

Its been a while.. A lot has happened. Stuff always happens.
Instead of rambling on and on about the "stuff", I have a few things to say about religion.

So, before every take off, I cross myself. Just making a large cross from head to mid-chest and then from shoulder to shoulder. I ask myself, why... I don't attend church. I do not believe in the catholic religion. But a small part of me, must feel safer about the flight. As if, I've done my part, and if we crash, perhaps I'll go to....heaven?

I want to believe, I really do. So many people believe, and they have such strong convictions. I respect them for those convictions, even if I disagree.

Heres so cute art:

Peter Callesen