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WIT paper? naaah... man... a disco tray would be nice ok. so i'm giddy. laugh. go on. laugh. i tell him hold on and get kari to come over here. i'm scrolling up and showing kari our conversation and we're both smiling really big smiles and saying "awwwwwww". i could see the cute little dimple on her cheek. that's how cute our conversation was. so spring break is the determining factor. biting my bottom lip. told him i had to be giddy for a moment and was sorry for the inconvenience. i am almost out of clean underwear. cheeks are sore from smiling too much. must read. too distracted. monkeys angry. big problem. i hope roomie is ok. i'm so damn lucky i ended up with her. no one else would tolerate me. (^_^) she knows i'm here though. and that when everything is awkward like on the wonder years, she can do the winnie "twister" turn and everything will be alright. tippy toing through the room, yet, slamming the microwave door. "oops!" just relax, darling. i will never hate you for waking me up. found my phone, finally. sorry tony danza, i missed your calls... left my phone under my covers when hanging with andrea. chadical chadical chadical. if you need to bootydance... i am here. (^_^) sometimes you gotta free yourself from all your worries so you can figure out how to deal with them. in the meantime... boogie down. just had a 2 hour discussion with kari about expectations and the importance of making yourself happy. i described friends as this tv show that i'm watching, but i want everything to work out and i'm in control and i can make things work out, but i'm not in the tv show. like i don't really think of myself as anyone affected by anything sometimes, but i think of how i want the world around me to end up. you want people to make certain decisions and you want everyone to be happy. you feel total responsibility if one friend is upset or if something goes wrong. you really don't care about yourself so much because you really don't exist. it was a weird way of looking at it, but we both found some sort of point. besides.. it's stupid o'clock. stuff makes sense. good god it's late.
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