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Last night's wedding was for The Reverend's Daughter and The HS Football Champ, who've been dating since they were 15.
I like the idea that my new career only captures the splendid beginning of things, and never the end.
Friday morning I awoke to my cell phone ringing. Hello? "I don't need you anymore."
She was referring to the ride she had asked me for the night before, but Vishnu! I hate the way she phrases things.
"Yeah, she had mentioned you guys had a spat." Yeah, it's all a little weird to me."What's weird?"
Well, we were both upset about some stuff, and we told each other, and we both listened and agreed to try to change, and now we're actually following through. "And that's weird how?" I'm pretty sure that's never happened to me before. I don't think I'm handling it well. "You're weird." Yeah, I said that already.
Is it wrong for me to wonder what it will take to make it onto her Friends List? Maybe if I visit her and bring her soup after the surgery.
Not THAT kind of soup, asshole.
I like the idea that my new career only captures the splendid beginning of things, and never the end.
Friday morning I awoke to my cell phone ringing. Hello? "I don't need you anymore."
She was referring to the ride she had asked me for the night before, but Vishnu! I hate the way she phrases things.
"Yeah, she had mentioned you guys had a spat." Yeah, it's all a little weird to me."What's weird?"
Well, we were both upset about some stuff, and we told each other, and we both listened and agreed to try to change, and now we're actually following through. "And that's weird how?" I'm pretty sure that's never happened to me before. I don't think I'm handling it well. "You're weird." Yeah, I said that already.
Is it wrong for me to wonder what it will take to make it onto her Friends List? Maybe if I visit her and bring her soup after the surgery.
Not THAT kind of soup, asshole.
