the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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11:31 p.m. + 2005-07-04 = queuelessness.
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i just cannot tell.
i need some sort of signal/direction.
i should've just said, "i don't think i'm ok to drive," instead of, "yeah, i'm ok," and then proceeded to take the bus home.
missed opportunity?? {damn, if yes. damndamn, if no].
cos perhaps there is nothing blinking the "c'mon already" on his end. --which wouldn't be something entirely new to me at all--.
or perhaps, i should be patient.
it's just that: a)i feel gushy when around him. and b) seek some serious making of out.
but i'd be okay with a 'not-so-much' should it come to that.
i guess i'd just like to know either way.
should i call? or would that be waking him? obsessing [over] him?
ack! such silly things to ponder at nearly midnight.
[[feelings are stupid.]]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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