the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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8:08 p.m. + 2006-10-26 = gingered.
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i went to see The Science of Sleep last night [finally!] in the company of the ginger-haired boy with whom i made out following a night of dance/rock dancing and two-for-ones in First Ave's V.I.P. Room.
so now we've had a date.
and now i know (emphatically-so) that a) i am dire at dating, and b) he has tongue jewelry.
the good news: i have had absolutely no desire to sleep with anyone.
the bad news: i have absolutely no desire to sleep with anyone.
and the kicker-of-a-paradox is, i think i have become a prude. and a spinster. just need a porch with rockingchair, mint julip and shotgun and i'll be all-systems-go to add "crotchety" to my newfound set of adjectives.
so.
hopefully, he'll attend the ark with me.
wherein i'll be such an utlandssvensk [re: loud, drunk, and melancholic] that i may be a reasonable date.
cos really... this bad date thing i am... it's all my own doing. and i ain't having it.
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