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Oct 13, 2008 02:16

I am very frustrated with my brain's insistence that Friday night was so monumental. The place was packed. Inadvertently separated now old friends were unexpectedly everywhere. The devil inside you feeds off of stimulation. The bad hip-hop wouldn't...go....away... You had a bit of whiskey. Some blonde dude scared you. RARRR! Like that. RARRRR Does my Pll-A-TE-NUM hair BLIIIND YOU??!?!? Whahahahahaha.

Oh wait...he'd probably even say that. I forgot about the vampire voice...I'm probably just subconsciously scared of him altogether....
BlahbluablaAAGHThat's beside the point.

:: frustrated, embarrassed that I looked flighty. junior high emotion. weak; devastated by how far it ultimately manifested from my imagination; ::

I've recognized, done so during and since, the typicality of the situation. Why was I foolish enough to think I'd have such significant control?

:: such strong shock reflects invincible connection ::

ROMANTICIZING the...TYPICAL. The Chemical. ROmanticizing Matt Berninger's Vocal Chords labeled :Deep Baritone:.

I found myself : attracted: to some particular Nordstroms clothing (that :happened to be black. classy: ) with which I could :: spend and evening out together, later wrap around him look at each other delicately ::

I wanna hurry home to you put on a slow dumb show for you...crack you up I'd put a blue ribbon 'round your brain. no doubt. you're fucking brilliant.

This is enough
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