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Waste of an Evening. Feeling: Disconcerted We are just so different. I'm San Antonio, little French caf�s, artsy films, alternative & country, Jane Austen, and Eddie Izzard. He's Chicago, open-24-hour pancakes, action movies, rap & hip-hop, anime, and Eddie Murphy. It was never more obvious than last night. Goodbyes usually last thirty minutes. This time it was scarcely as many seconds. I was ready to have a great time. I'd even put on some "going-on-a-hot-date" style undies & push-up bra (as opposed to "ho-hum-Monday-classes" briefs & underwire scaffolding). The boy completely destroyed his chance of seeing them. Grrr. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |