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:: Thursday, June 17, 2004 ::
jesus fucking christ.so, last night the stalker calls and i'm ready to lay into him when he starts about do i want him to be my boyfriend, how he wants me to be his girlfriend,blah blah blah, please get over here because i need to see you. and what do i do? one guess. i go.
yes, i am officially spineless. and curious. what the hell was all this about? three days ago he was drunk and reassuring me that we aren't boyfriends and girlfriend. now he's telling me he needs me to be more than his friend and holding on to me so tightly i can't breathe.
when he finally fell asleep i had a lot to think about. well fuck, i want to write more but i REALLY need to get a nap in before work tonight. just...wish me luck, knitty. i don't know if he's 4real or not. and of course i want him to be. of course. blag. more soon. love you.
:: Mme. M 4:12 PM [+] ::
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