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a hard day's night

I really feel like watching a movie and eating chinese take-out all day, but there's no one to do anything with.  I can't call Paul because he's still asleep.  Drew didn't pick up when I called him earlier.  Amanda's at work.  I'm lonely.
Instead of watching a movie, I think I'll go buy myself new chucks.  Yellow chucks would make me happy.  Simple things like new underwear or new chucks always make me happy.  I hate myself. 
I talked to Cale last night, which was super-fantastic.  I miss him.  He used to live fifteen minutes away.  Now, he lives like four hours away.  Hmmm.... I think I should plan a road trip.  
Last night, Paul called at 12:09 to tell me the story he told Drew about us.  I had to listen to the voicemail, call him and have him repeat it, and then listen to the voicemail again this morning.   I think I've got the story down now.  Instead of almost fucking like rabbits, we kissed once, went "oh shit" and never kissed again.  I used to love Drew.  I once told him I'd never lie to him.  I guess that was a lie in light of recent events.
I miss having someone to say goodnight to.  I miss having someone to cuddle with and make out with.  I am incredibly relieved that I don't have to be with someone right now, but it sucks that I'm alone.  Oh well.  That'll change eventually.  I hope Paul's roomate at St. Norbert is hot.  That would cheer me up.
I think I'm done now.

posted by emma @ 12:20 PM