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[unwritten_poet]

This weekend has been so full of contrast.

Saturday was...perfect? Yes, I dare say perfect. I slept in, and then decided to get ready for Miss Saigon at my house rather than at the dorm. In the burg, I took a shower barefoot, and sang really loudly, and fogged up the mirror. Celia arrived while I was still getting ready--I was so relieved to see

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[verbal_satori]

i'm not even going to mention anything about my stuff. i'll eat the $20 if you'll just talk to me. you seem like you're having a rough time, but you don't seem to want anything to do with me at all, for some reason. did i wrong you? what happened? i used to think we were friends, but now i'm not so sure.

[unwritten_poet]

no no no, matt. you've done nothing wrong. I am doing everything wrong lately. I know it's just soda and water and stuff, but I feel awful for not getting your stuff to you yet, and I don't have anything but excuses for you. Even though they're valid excuses. I don't have a second of free time, ever. So lately I've just been trying to hide from all my problems--one of them being that your purchases are hostage in my trunk. We are friends, matt. If you still count me as one. please please please do. I'm sorry I've been a shitty friend.

[verbal_satori]

its not that at all, i just get nervous that you never talk to me. keep the stuff, if you want. i'm just happy you're not mad at me. call me if there's anything i can help you with.

[unwritten_poet]

I don't want the stuff. I have cups and I only drink diet soda :) If you'd bought anything good, I might consider your offer. I'll call you when I have some free time--you can help me destress by hanging out?

[unwritten_poet]

also, nice new icon. You look so harsh :)