Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I make mistakes. The breadth and depth of these mistakes is directly proportional to the number of hours of sleep I have accumulated over the course of the week. After wrenching my sleep pattern into wake-up-at-seven-in-the-morning, I am chronically short of sleep, and not even sneaking out of my foreign policy class
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Sometimes the proverbial coffee takes many forms...
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I don't want to be one of those creatures that goes to the opposite extreme and feels the need to mention her unavailability on account of an existing romantic entanglement at every given opportunity. Surely there must be a reasonable middle ground.
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It was awkward, oh yes. I had a moment in which I replayed our entire conversation in my head and felt very stupid, but the only alternative I could think of was: "Hello. How nice to see you again. Have you met my boyfriend?"
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on another note, your post has made me crave a tamale from the tamale lady. damnit. my grilled cheese sammich will have to suffice for now.
are you coming to speech camp on tuesday?
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No camp for me. I have lectures. When classes begin again in the fall, I will kidnap you and bring you Tamale Lady tamales.
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