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Damn, it's been a few months.
I lived in Chicago for the summer. Dated, worked, drank, loved.
Now I'm back in San Francisco, Boston and the year has started. The first night that I was back, I saw Nick Marley getting of the same train as me. What a random sighting! I left for Maine the next day.
When I got back, I met an amazing guy. The first guy that I had been excited about in a very long time, moreso than even the summer's offerings. He's an amazing guy, but now I'm apprehensive. I haven't felt true infatuation before, and I only know that because I feel it now. Or at least I did. Now I don't know what I feel, but it's mixed with guilt and embarrassment. We really hit it off, really liked one another. Now, I feel like I'm the only one who still feels that way, yet we still see each other.
It's tortue.
I don't want to say anything because I don't want to lose it, but I can't keep it going as half-assed as it is now. At the same time, it's the best I've had in a while from anyone.
Blahhhh. And that's me.
And there's a party upstairs. I'm headin to somethin better I hope.
Last night, I got in a shitfaced fight on the street with a bitch from B.U. being pushed home in a shopping cart, flashing her cooch to the entire street. It ended in her flipping me off, her friends saying they'd make more money than me in life (I don't know, either), and me throwing change at them and pelting them in the head. I felt proud of myself, until I realized that I needed those quarters for laundry. Oops. They might be making up our incomes down the road, but at least they have daddy's plastic to splurge in the city. I'm picking up my change from the side of the street.
Now, off to another night of drunken ridiculousness.
I lived in Chicago for the summer. Dated, worked, drank, loved.
Now I'm back in San Francisco, Boston and the year has started. The first night that I was back, I saw Nick Marley getting of the same train as me. What a random sighting! I left for Maine the next day.
When I got back, I met an amazing guy. The first guy that I had been excited about in a very long time, moreso than even the summer's offerings. He's an amazing guy, but now I'm apprehensive. I haven't felt true infatuation before, and I only know that because I feel it now. Or at least I did. Now I don't know what I feel, but it's mixed with guilt and embarrassment. We really hit it off, really liked one another. Now, I feel like I'm the only one who still feels that way, yet we still see each other.
It's tortue.
I don't want to say anything because I don't want to lose it, but I can't keep it going as half-assed as it is now. At the same time, it's the best I've had in a while from anyone.
Blahhhh. And that's me.
And there's a party upstairs. I'm headin to somethin better I hope.
Last night, I got in a shitfaced fight on the street with a bitch from B.U. being pushed home in a shopping cart, flashing her cooch to the entire street. It ended in her flipping me off, her friends saying they'd make more money than me in life (I don't know, either), and me throwing change at them and pelting them in the head. I felt proud of myself, until I realized that I needed those quarters for laundry. Oops. They might be making up our incomes down the road, but at least they have daddy's plastic to splurge in the city. I'm picking up my change from the side of the street.
Now, off to another night of drunken ridiculousness.