you look like a perfect fit for a girl in need of a tourniquet

ME: *laughing about something* oh my god.
JOSH: you--you're not catholic, we've covered that--what religion are you?
ME: i'm...i'm not.
JOSH: then why do you say "oh my god"?
ME: well...i--i don't know, i guess it's just, like, something that you hear people say growing up, and so you say it.  i mean, i say it.
JOSH: you're such a liar.
ME: what?  what?!
JOSH: what?
ME: what?!  what do i lie about?
JOSH: *laughs, then pauses* ...it's really beautiful outside tonight.

i don't even know.  he told me he probably wouldn't talk to me today (this conversation occurred last night) but then he sent me a message on myspace anyway, telling me that he was going to sleep, so we wouldn't talk unless i wanted to call and wake him up.

considering i've already done that once in the past, like, week and a half...i decided not to.

god.  god.

you struck me down like radium
like peter pan or superman, you will come to save me
come on and save me