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i twisted the stem of my granny smith apple, a turn for every letter of the alphabet, like i used to when i was younger. except back then i always had a letter in mind: J for Jeremy, S for Sean, R for River Phoenix. the single stem was supposed to determine your romantic fate. it meant this boy was thinking of you. it meant you were meant to be.

twist, twist, twist. A-B-C-D-E-F. F.

i thought for a moment, but there were no names that came to mind. i don't know any Freds or Felipes or Fabios.

i tossed the stem in the trash and took a bite out of the apple. it was a stupid game, anyway.

pretending i can swing dance in my bedroom to the stray cats because i'm a dork, that's why.

i spent most of last night staring at a blank screen.

what does your sushi say about you? according to mine: "you wish to be caring and considerate, actually you are afraid of loneliness and want to draw attention from others."

"do you believe in love at first sight? or should i turn around and drive by you again?" -- license plate of the car in front of me.

i noticed that i haven't updated third-person in a while, but those entries take so much out of me.