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[Dec. 8th, 2008|08:08 pm] |
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I kissed a girl and I liked it.
We were both wearing my cocoa butter chapstick. Not cherry. But close enough.
:D
Basically we were walking home like we always do. And its a little frusturating because she tends to talk about other people she likes too, but shes just that kind of a person. And we were talking about flirting, and she was saying how shes just naturally flirty and sometimes she doesn't mean to flirt. And I was like, so how is one to know if you are flirting? Shes like, Ariel, let me spell it out for you. I L-I-K-E Y-O-U.
So neither of us wanted to go home, so we went to sit in this empty lot thing. We were sitting on the wall and facing each other and I kept trying to find a good moment but I couldn't. And then we both had to go home so I was like I HAVE TO DO THIS! And I did. And it was like...half lip, half next-to-lip? contact. BUT IT HAPPENED!!!!
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