the orchestra was a gay ole time.
r was on fire. captivation to the extreme.
my mind was elsewhere almost the entire remainder of the time.
elsewhere=everywhere.
my back was numb.
what are clarinet perspectives and why should i care?
what are neti pots and why should you care?
i can fit into my first pair of pants-- july's incentive jeans.
i was told my ass looked good in them.
i spoke to c to the r to the even tho he couldn't speak to me so easily. this saved my heart from sliding any further into muck.
i saw hick today with his fiancee. my seventh ex-boyfriend to get married.
congratulations (read: better you than me. oh, and i'm better than her.)
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