It's Like This:
Thursday, April 19, 2007
The following is a direct transcript, dated 1/1/07.
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I don’t really want to break up.
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I think I might. (laughs) Is there any nice way of putting that?
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I guess not.
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…I mean, so, if I can’t bring my A-game, I don’t want to be, like, letting the team down.
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I didn’t realize this was a team sport.
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It’s a very small team. Of two. Maybe I should just become a Little League coach. And then break up with all the kids.
Let this be a warning to anyone who would ever concieveably want to date me.
¶ 2:21 AM 1 Comments
1.
I don’t really want to break up.
2.
I think I might. (laughs) Is there any nice way of putting that?
1.
I guess not.
2.
…I mean, so, if I can’t bring my A-game, I don’t want to be, like, letting the team down.
1.
I didn’t realize this was a team sport.
2.
It’s a very small team. Of two. Maybe I should just become a Little League coach. And then break up with all the kids.
Let this be a warning to anyone who would ever concieveably want to date me.
¶ 2:21 AM 1 Comments
Sunday, April 01, 2007
But then some snaking kids in masks cut in front of her, and he kept dancing with his back to her and some unknown small girl dancing close between his arms. She felt an almost forceful psychic pull toward the door, but a little barb of hormonal sentiment caught at her slip, and she hung on the floor for a second, only sad because she knew she'd been wasting her time and no one likes to be ignored.
She did give into that pull. She picked up her jacket from under the couch, found the guy she had come with dancing on a table and pointed in the direction of their house, and left, crunching across the new April frost under a bright moon, tired and already hungry for breakfast.
¶ 2:29 AM 0 Comments
She did give into that pull. She picked up her jacket from under the couch, found the guy she had come with dancing on a table and pointed in the direction of their house, and left, crunching across the new April frost under a bright moon, tired and already hungry for breakfast.
¶ 2:29 AM 0 Comments
