Pants Vs. THAT girl.

when did *I* become THAT girl?
was there an application process that I missed? a form I signed out thinking I was just getting a free scarf or water bottle? that's usually how they sucker you in you know.
but seriously, when did I become that girl. you know the one. the one who inexplicably develops feelings for someone the second I realize that they're unavailable? ok maybe not the EXACT second. BUT PRETTY FUCKING CLOSE.
I hate that girl. I've legit punched that girl in the face before. I didn't sign up to be that girl! I DON'T EVEN USE THE WATER BOTTLE.
and you know, the brain is on repeat. no no no no no. stop. no. Pants. is she smiling? it's nice isn't it? Stop. PANTS. buttttt she's smillinnng at meeee!! NO. NO PANTS NO! *sigh* Pants. you're a fucking idiot.
WELL I'M NOT TOO FOND OF YOU EITHER RIGHT NOW BRAIN.
It's funny how attraction works. how simple charming and endearing moments, even caught from the side when you're not really supposed to be looking, but you are. those simple moments govern so much.

booerns to life.


in other news. I hate wearing a bra and my blackberry turned "awwwwesome" into "awwwrape". while in the middle of a conversation about leather daddies. thanks BB. you always come through to make me seem more awkward than I already am.