Gah, where did my weekend go?!
I know where Saturday night went, at least: I had ridiculously delicious dinner with
zabira at Kushibar, and THEN I had a Nutella mocha (which is a diabolically genius invention), and then we headed over to the Crocodile Café to see a rock show. So, the backstory here is this: a couple of months back, I read an article in
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*noogie*
But I totally get it--It's also extra weird because EVERYTHING about highschool is weird and it's that time--at least for me--when wondering if people think you're a freak is pretty much part of the official curriculum and lots of those insecurities just come boiling up when you see someone in new circumstances. That's MY neurosis, though. Yours is probably entirely unique to you, but what I'm trying to say is that I get the weirdness, whatever its etiology, so I say OWN IT and move past it. Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeap! LIke someone really smart said to me yesterday, if it doesn't go well, you never have to interact with him again if you don't want to. Being a growned up is nice that way.
*smish*
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LOOK AT THAT GQ MOTHERFUCKER, WITH HIS LEATHER JACKET AND HIS CIGARETTE AND HIS SWAGGER. HI FRANK. PLZ TO BE HAVING SEX WITH ME NOW.
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