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[24 Oct 2003|11:12am] |
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Talking on the phone every night for the loosely allotted hour fails to be successful sometimes. Affronts to my innate character were made, I laughed as he tiptoed around me, peering inquisitively... making sure I wasn't angry w/him. Womanly tact.
He's trying to get me to be more social, coax me out of my shell. Don't you hate that expression? It implies I'm not a mammal, but a crustacean.
He can look, but I get annoyed once in a while and.. er... clam up. Damn.
Can 2 people so different even stay together for a decent amount of time? Who knows... I think I stick around to satisfy my curiosity. I enjoy being an oddity to him. My fat man-child w/a woman's conscience and similar levels of affection.
I had a depressing dream last night. I was invisible and trying to hitchhike.. I ended up actually jumping in front of a car to get their attention. My body imploding their windshield would make them see me...
I'm glad all my dreams are lucid.
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