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[ucbfeminista]

[Locked to Sam]

Things I've eaten today: Salad. Pretzels. Corn nuts. Lays Dill Pickle Potato Chips (don't mock). A roast beef sandwich.

Number of times I've thrown up: Zero.

Number of, um, shared exes of ours I ran into: One.

Number of times I contemplated hitting him but changed my mind because of the agents surrounding him: Four.

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[ivyleaguelawboy]

It's been far too long a day. For a second, I thought that said "number of times I contemplating hitting on him". I was seriously disturbed.

Today was a great day. One of many to come.

[ucbfeminista]

It has been a long day. I'm absolutely exhausted. And no. Of all the people I might consider hitting on, he's right below Josh on that list. And I have no desire to see or speak to Josh again, much less flirt with him.

I feel like we should be toasting with champagne glasses full of ginger ale or something.

[ivyleaguelawboy]

I'm sorry. Hopefully the encounter was brief.

We should. I'll stop by the store on my way home, which should be soon.

[ucbfeminista]

Brief enough. Although I admit it ended on not the most politically savvy note: I think I called him a slimy bastard, to his face. I'm blaming the hormones for my inability to keep my mouth shut on this one.

You're insane, you realize. Wonderful, but somewhat insane.