I’m tired of keeping this to myself.
In short:
I’m tired of keeping this to myself.
In short:
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Tagged: DC, weepers, xx/xy
Well, now, that sucks.
Someone New wants to be Someone I Used to Know.
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Amber’s birthday party last night at Dr. Dremo’s was fun-fun-fun and if you weren’t there, you missed a good time. (I’m looking at you, Chris Moore.) We didn’t get to the possum story, but we got a few classic Amber lines and drank enough beer to make our Irish ancestors proud. There is little in the world better than a party with trash-talking, metal-loving, awesome-hair-having, Anchorman-quoting Micks.
“Who the hell are you?”
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It’s the most amazing thing when all of a sudden one day you wake up happy. Not just okay with the day, but totally happy. Stressed and tired and cranky-’cause-it’s-early and sort of hungry and vaugely sore and needing to pee very badly, yes, but also … happy.
Someone New is very good at making sure that when my alarm goes off and I need to get out of bed and be awake even though I don’t want to, that I’m happy. And he does it just by being there.
He makes me very not happy, however, by having freakishly long arms and being able to win every tickle war no matter how much I strategize and pull off amazing, ninja-like moves to tickle him into submission. Take that.
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