1. I have to move that two-posts-ago post down even further. Ew.
2. I need somewhere to word-vomit, and my Twitter isn't good for that any more because I have professional-types following me. They don't want to hear about silly cute boys.
Dear John,
You just called me. Just to chat. I was at work. We mindlessly chatted a bit. You told me you just had a lot of thoughts about "us" you wanted to tell me. I said I'm nervous! You said, don't worry, it's good. I said I can't concentrate at work and I'd call you on my walk to the train. You told me that's fine.
Now I'm nervous and jiggly and glancing at the clock every three seconds.
And hoping that this post will let me stop thinking about it and actually accomplish some work.
Love,
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And...I just discovered your blog, too! Do I count as a professional-type? Well, I don't mind reading about boys.
See you tomorrow for lunch!
:)
Dude, it better be some good stuff, because not nice twisting someone around if it's half arsed...
Haha it diiid end up being pretty good. Nice, anyway. Not earth-shattering or anything. Thanks girls for checking up on me, even through word-vomit :)
Emma, thank you so much for your beautiful comment you left me. It means a lot that you took the time to do that, and I can only hope your day is as good as you helped mine be.
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