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[recycling]

"plan c (quiz show)"

Basically, as my mood states. Drawn and quartered from the recent events that seem almost criminal to omit at this conjecture, I'm faced first and foremost with the decision to either simply state my recent goings-on in a bland, deadpan narrative (which is almost impossible for me to do, as you all probably well know) or tell

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[devronika]

Jay!

If she’d really come across as the “little sister” you always wanted as a kid, you’d have told her to put a fucking bra on, does her Mama let her leave the house like that?
Kidding.
What a sweet SWEET story. She sounds almost half as cool as me. Glad you hit it off. Perhaps she’ll be a pleasant distraction from things.

Incidentally; glad you’re back and journaling at least a little more than before.
Ahhh - write me a book, a sonnet, a poem, an article, a want-ad. I like your writing style, your wit and charm. I like to giggle when I read, and among other things, “shotgun” had me going. Don’t stop journaling or things could get ugly.

Danny Boy!
Harmony!
There is little cooler than breaking into song with someone you barely know and singing falling naturally into beautiful harmony. I have made life-long friends that way, in fact.

Speeches and harsh, authoritative tones. BROTHERHOOD! Ah yes, mighty brotherhood is always ruined by the presence of a woman. Exhibit A: Yoko Ono; but isn’t brotherhood largely a gathering of males disgruntled over some female-situation anyway? Aren’t the brown-eyed braless Ashley’s really the answer to the brotherhood affliction?

Maybe y’all can fight over her. Oh man, that would be hot. Dibs. Shotgun. Brotherhood.

I’ve had coffee. Two cups. Strong shit, too.
Good morning.
I like your Ashley-story. I can’t wait to hear how Maine works out.

[recycling]

Heh..my dear, you have more folksy, home-spun wisdom than an entire episode of Prairie Home Companion, all in this one comment. You hit the nail square on the head when it comes to brotherhood. That's the thing I'm still confused about, and have yet to talk to with Eric about. Eric was heartbroken. Me, I had just came to the conclusion awhile ago that I am impossible to have a relationship with, therefore we were going to be manly men in a manly place. Even more ironic is how swimmingly Ashley and I are hitting it off; we hung out again, all day today and most of the evening. His cell phone rang this morning, and he was all, "Heh. It's Ashley." A minute later, he was all, "Yeah..she wants to talk to you, dude."

Whatever, is what I say. He's the one that opened Pandora's Box. If a component of this adventure we're having is about accepting consequences, then he's got a head start. She so doesn't think of Eric "like that." HA!

I'm glad you like my writing style. :) Although this will probably be my last entry in Boston, and perhaps for awhile.