“You’re very fetching. So go... fetch.”
Breakups are a drag. It has given me a stomach ache just seeing him at all since then. You’d think the mutuality of it would help, but I assume hurt feelings cannot be helped. I don’t know what hurts more, losing a friend or the companionship, but why can’t I make a concrete decision ever? Questions compounded upon more questions about whether I’m making the right decisions don’t help the situation… but that’s the clincher isn’t it? This is supposed to be easy—the beginnings at least—and that made my decision for me. Life is about hard decisions: like what fast-food restaurant to go to in a pinch and who’s going to do the dishes tonight. I made one, of many difficult to come, and I’m moving on; but not without the slightest tinge of remorse.
Moving on… I was asked to n.c.m.o. with a friend to get over it. Maybe I’ll have a fling in the gardens on our date next week. Or maybe I’ll get lucky in Provo who knows. That one’s for you Stephie.
Political two cents: I hate that 37% of Americans would not vote for an LDS Presidential Candidate. I often forget that the Mormon bias extends further than my own backyard. What can you do? Sleep well and don’t get hives… they’re itchy.
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You are a good girl with a good heart but that is just my biased opinion. Also, lol about Provo and the hives reminded me of when we watched that movie, Return from snowy river or the man from snowy river or something and you got hives and it was funny and you guys tickled me which wasn't funny and you are cute.
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