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Sep. 3rd, 2006 01:13 amSomehow it's become September and the weather has cooled down some, and I've gotten over whatever weird unrequited thing I had for the lovechild of Boone and Ben the Revolutionary Hottie. And I missed out a chance at being a semi-normal person my age because I couldn't find the location of where people were hanging. So I came home at midnight like a puppy with my tail between its legs, not depressed but feeling vaugely disappointed.
This means that I A.) might need to lie tomorrow about what happened and B.) I might not, if somehow someone finds this, and that's not likely because everyone I work with is on MySpace and when I mention LJ, they look at me as if I've just said that I do all my work on a Commodore 64 or something.
This means that I A.) might need to lie tomorrow about what happened and B.) I might not, if somehow someone finds this, and that's not likely because everyone I work with is on MySpace and when I mention LJ, they look at me as if I've just said that I do all my work on a Commodore 64 or something.