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Little Victories
Dear Matthieu, It occurs to me that I might owe you an apology for any brain/emotional trauma I may have caused you last night when I thought it was hilarious to taunt you about porn of a somewhat�deviant nature. I apologize if it caused any sleep disorders or incessant twitching. I'm gonna go ahead and blame the red bull. Sincerely sorry for taunting you with porn, Shelly P.S. If it makes you feel any better, the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning was "oh man�did I really go there? OH MAN. I TOTALLY DID." Whoopsadaisy. So. Last night was fun then. It�s almost 10 p.m. and I�m about 2 seconds away from excusing myself and going to bed when my phone rings. Miguel! He is in town! He wants me to meet him out! So I whined and pouted a little bit until he was like �dude, fine, don�t meet us out then!� to which I replied �whatever! Then you�ll be mad and I�ll have ruined Christmas! I am not ruining Christmas!� (because I am nothing if not rational and level headed) and proceeded to jump into some jeans concoction and attempt to make my hair look a little less like a hot bag of wet mice and I was on my way. I love Miguel. I love Miguel�s friends. I love that there is pretty much nobody else in the world who could get me out of my jammies and out of my house and into the subzero temperatures at 10 p.m. on a Tuesday night. I love that we did our first SOUS of the season and played word games and talked about porn. I love that there was a boy there who I had never met before but who made me kind of have a crush on him and maybe held my hand for a second too long when we said our goodbyes - even though I�ll probably never see him again. This is one of my favorite parts about Christmas. I love the spontaneity of it, and being the only girl, and going to bed at 1 a.m. and getting up for work at 6 a.m. just like I�m 21 again. It only happens two weeks out of the year and I had no idea how much I needed it. Thursday night is sure to provide many more antics and inappropriate discussions (only minus one cute boy who made me have a crush on him). This is where things get interesting� |
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