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Apr 04, 2004 11:10

He came to the party by himself. The night didn't end as planned, with us in my room shyly discussing the D.H. Lawrence novel we're reading in class illuminated only by the glow of Christmas lights, but I guess it's a start? We talked about Mexico (he'd never been) and Venezuela (he told me stories about how he felt the awkward, gangling Gringo. I' ( Read more... )

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mistercandace April 4 2004, 11:00:00 UTC
You know how you hear a new word and then it keeps popping up? "Diaspora" has been that word to me lately.

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pumblechook April 4 2004, 14:11:01 UTC
Is it Vassar, is it me? I'm trying. I'm flirting. I'm wearing flowers in my hair.

We should hang out sometime. Outside of a party context. It feels emotionally alienating to only meet LJ'ers when they've got beers in their hands, y'know? Lemme know.

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k3leen April 4 2004, 15:13:29 UTC
Yeah, I think it would be nice to hang out with you, and Faye, more.

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