Thank God for takeaway lunch.
Thursday, September 6, 2012 x 2:45 PM
. . . .brunch. (Breakfast?)
For the first time in my life, something good branched out of my (usual) morning hunger: an unintended reason to stay---one which led to your (surprising) arrival and my (embarrassing and) sheepish looking away; one which gave me an unforeseen opportunity of having to walk back to the Department with you (and, of course, five other friends).
Having to walk back with you and five other friends, on the other hand, gave me a chance to notice a few things about you I never really seemed to notice before <Classified under: Love | Peculiarities; Interaction stage: Zero; Level of observation: Passive>:
(1) that odd, unshaven patch of hair on the topmost-leftmost area of the nape of your neck;
(2) that single strand of white hair among the remaining strands of ebony;
and
(3) that lone vein in your right leg.
I have also noticed how particularly nice you looked in rockstar black (a new addition to the palette, thank you very much), and how your tousled hair makes you an umpty (short for indefinite and fictitious) number of times cuter.
*adds 'Takeaway Luncheons' to Facebook Interests*Labels: mir, some truth to this, too creepy though lol, trying a new style i think
