At bestfriend's request I'm doing some name changing. She will henceforth be known as dirtygirl, partly because of her affection for christina's song "dirty" and partly because of her hygiene. (You see that last sentence? The one I just wrote? It was a joke. Jokes don't have to be funny. Why not? Because I say so!)Sexyboy is changing to manwhore. Because its amusing. Oh fine, suppress your amusement just to spite me. I don't care. I'll do a full cast list as soon as I get the inclination (don't hold your breath) So localgirl, didn't you have plans with manwhore tonight? (We're not calling it a date. Because we're not! Man, someone's feeling argumentative tonight...) So what are you doing at home? He didn't stand you up? Well, no, not really. If he had I could write a furious rant about his general fuckwittedness and then I'd feel much (or at least slightly) better. But actually we agreed to do something tonight but couldn't decide what. I called him and had a long and pointless "well what do you want to do?" "I don't know...what do you want to do?" conversation. And I think he said he'd text me, and he hasn't. So I'm sitting wondering if he isn't interested or he's trying to find something really exciting to do tonight or he's nervous about texting me or he died... Look, I find myself really boring when I'm like this too. I don't *enjoy* it. Just click the x if you're that bored, no one's forcing you to stick around. If you're not interested then don't hang around pretending to be.
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* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to
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