and she stole my hair cut.
it's disappointing when you are mildly attracted to a beautiful artsy boy - you stand extra close to him and really think, "i can like him alot." and then he slightly cranes his neck, and you suddenly catch that he hasn't cleaned his ears out in a long while. earwax envelopes your thoughts. you exit. then sit down, have some coffee; half a cigarette, and call yourself shallow, pompus and all of the above.