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more awkward than hearing the voice of your history teacher on your home answering machine, knowing that he heard that exceedingly embarrassing "leave-a-message" message circa 1996 in all it's entirety, and then the words, those damned words, uttered: "call me back" (i couldn't pick up the phone fast enough); is seeing your ex (former would be too gentle for ole hitlerton) geometry teacher pull up behind you at wendy's and knowing that you don't need a proof to figure out that irony, while realizing you probably made that up (no!) in a sorry attempt to write a written entry; something that hasn't been done in a good three months; but then i get home and have the haunting realization that the amount of french fries left in the bag is directly proportional to the distance of the restaurant to your house; haunting enough that i feel to need to start a petition to bring back the mcdonald's that once stood on main street in all it's glorious fried glory; and now only hope you find my complete lack of regard for anything punctual charming;