When someone has been such a poisonous presence in your life for a considerable period of time, it's such a good shock to find out how they really tick, when how they really tick is barely at all. I don't know why I let stupid people get to me in the first place. Knowing what I know now, I'm content to let them just live (or something resembling
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Anyway...I just got back from Dean's Book. That's why I'm insane. And instead of asking you on Facebook or emailing or you just, hell, actually calling you, I am instead posing you this question in your LJ comments section: shit, what was I going to ask? Oh yeah. What are you doing this weekend? If I took a bus out to Boston on Friday or Saturday, 1) would you be game for fun times, and 2) would I be able to stay at your house for a night or so during aforementioned fun times? I miss you. You complete me. (I really hope this post wasn't about me after all. How embarrassing would that be?)
Anyway, part II: call me. Message me. Use a third party to contact me. Just let me know. :)
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