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I'm cold.

Friday, October 13, 2006

So today was the first day in which the cold finally comes by and gives everyone a nice chilly high five. I got out to my car and notices that there is ice covering the windows. So I had to spend the ten minutes or so scraping the ice off. I was afraid I'd miss my train. And cursing myself since I should have worn a thicker jacket.

It's the time of the year when the bodies of water (larger bodies of water) have that fine mist, foggy, thing on top early in the morning. I think it looks really nice and I would love to take a little boat and row into it. But I'd probably complain the whole time of the coldness.

Tomorrow I have a semi-date with this guy. I'm supposed to meet him at Temple's campus and he wants me to show him around South Street. Doesn't sound too hard. I told him I am not very good at navigating on foot but he says he trusts me. Aw, someone is dumb enough to trust me. It's cute. In a dangerous way.

I need to buy new pants, new jacket and new shirts and maybe a new beanie.

I really don't know what I want. Do I want a relationship? I think I do. Yes, I do want a relationship. I want a nice one with all the bells and whistles. I want to stop hanging out with lesbians. I want someone to hold me and someone I can joke with, make fun of, and just generally not try to be funny with, you know? Like, I wouldn't feel guilty being boring with because they like me enough to say, "Hey, he's a good guy and I would rather him shut the hell up than to tell another joke." or something like that. Hopefully not out loud though. Oh, whatev.

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