claire = failure

Dec 09, 2002 19:10

and now i understand nothing ( Read more... )

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thatsmellykid December 9 2002, 11:15:39 UTC
we should start a club that loathes the opposite sex, one of our many wonderfully self-depricating clubs...

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dread navelorange December 9 2002, 11:22:18 UTC
unfortunately i dont quite loathe him yet. or at all for that matter... which makes things worse i guess. i dont know. i'm confused like a lost little puppy.

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cunning lynguists with stunning english strangepants December 9 2002, 11:33:56 UTC
hmm ( ... )

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navelorange December 9 2002, 11:45:04 UTC
max: thank you,
and: you're crazy.

maybe.

but you did make me feel better. so i thank you doubly for that. and i've talked to a guy friend or two, most of them are dismissive in the "don't worry about it so much and get over it" sense but one was really sweet and more thoughtful in that he encouraged me also not to flee this guy and to kindof let things happen, somewhat. for now. but not to be as fucking nervous as i was. i still don't understand... but i guess max's analysis is plausible. what think anyone else out there reading this soap opera?

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navelorange December 9 2002, 11:48:26 UTC
the more i think about it the more i think that it was quite nice of you to write me about this. really.

also, its possible you're right but he seems really easygoing and.. confident i guess. not cocky. but maybe he is? the fact that he talked the whole time and didnt ask tons of questions also i think is hinting me along the cocky-bastard path... but i dont know. i cant tell yet. i'm pathetic.

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strangepants December 9 2002, 11:58:52 UTC
but he seems really easygoing and.. confident i guess.

and when you first get to know me, so do i!

bwahahahahaha.

anyway. re: max is crazy. if you're talking about yon removal of girl from max's life, i have only this to say:
"bitch pulled a KNIFE on me."

a KNIFE. made of METAL. on the STREET.

yeah. and "so long!", says max.

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