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June 26, 2006
argh.
Ok, let me get this out of the way.
The next person who describes me as shy, or vulnerable, or in need of some mysterious thing which they feel they are being asked to provide, and for some mysterious reason can't, or needy in general, or in need of an occupation (this last being especially troublesome, but its all troublesome), will get their arm ripped off and fed to them.
And whoever first uttered the phrase "he's just not that into you" I hate that person in such a firey and passionate way that they may well spontaneously combust (Bro, I don't mean you, I know you were trying to be helpful). The more likely scenario at this point is that I will spontaneously combust. No, it will be a good thing.
The thing is people lie in these situations and you don't really need to know the truth because all that matters is, yep, they're just not that into you.
Believe it.
Oh, its happened before and it will happen again.
I'm thinking too much and I need to go to bed.
Someday very very soon I will write a happy blog again, and delete all this mess and put up pictures of Marcel instead. You'll see.
The 2nd Chickami's almost done. And its pink. See? Happy.
Posted by at June 26, 2006 10:16 PM
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Please don't rip my arms off.
Posted by: David at June 27, 2006 01:19 PM
his loss Bert's gain
Posted by: john r at June 27, 2006 11:34 PM
Oh sweetie. I'm sorry. Please don't spontaneously combust.
Posted by: Molly at June 28, 2006 09:24 AM