and i'm starting to scare myself

[athenejen]

Pete Wentz was in my dream as I was waking up this morning. What. The fuck. Seriously not on, subconscious. Not on! And it was at one of those visceral moments that actually get remembered, so I'm sitting here trying to read fic and getting all distracted by flashbacks to him asking needling questions about my self-esteem issues (but in a sort

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[iridium]

Heh. I was just hanging out with a friend from Boston yesterday who's currently living with the Dresden Dolls in a pair of big South End brownstones. With that and...other connections, yeah, Dresden Doll fic would be way too weird.

*laugh*

[athenejen]

*laugh* Oh, worse and worse! That's the wackiest part -- it's from three or four entirely different directions that the degrees of separation get frighteningly few. *shake head* So, so weird. Boston's such a small world, especially when you throw in the Bay State/Bay Area wormhole effect.

[iridium]

*laugh* Yeah, yeah it is. Kinda-sorta related -- after I got the interview invite for Tufts, I spun through a bit of "augh crap now I have to deal with Boston augh" and was thinking of places closer to Tufts and farther from Davis where I might could stay. If G's in town while I'm visiting, and it's ~convenient for the interview, I may try to crash at her place (abovementioned brownstones). It'd be neat to see how the house has evolved in the last 8-9 years, too. So maybe one small-worldness can counter another small-worldness.