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[Oct. 27th, 2006|09:09 am] |
From now on brevity will be read in my entries. Why you ask? "A man of few words." It gives me the reason why I shouldn't be called lazy, and why I must be called a man.
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I have finally accepted the fact that I'll never grow straight hair in my entire existence of having hair. Although I'm still in denial that I have curly locks. When will I learn to appreciate the value of personal respect? To compensate, I will have it hot-oiled in a salon for the very first time.
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You, beautiful stranger, made my before afternoon (sic) of falling in line for clearance work seem shorter than the repugnant case. Thank you, Bhelle. For the two hours and a half of conversation on papers we'd love to read, watching Judy Abbot when we were a little younger, even Deal or No Deal (which I never admit watching, except with you), and your hobby of painting florals on your nails, and other things that made me think we're actually similar at many. You were pretty giggling at me being silly when I wondered why paste was mixed in the instant cup noodles we ate when our tummies started grumbling for brunch. It was condensed oil, you corrected. I was happy the whole morning. But...it ended when I realized you're, currently, in a relationship. I forgot about that. I forgot I promised I wouldn't be word vomiting, also. Pfft. (We did exchange numbers. Unlike what happened to Jesse and Celine.)
Or maybe it's better if things will have to fall into places rather than someone falling out of place. |
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