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"do you need shoes to get to the ocean from here?"

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Sunday Dec 04, 2005

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Yay! I love the telephone! I just heard from a yummyness who's far away. I miss him terribly. But he told me of a way to callacross the pond without incuring insane charges on the bill. yay! (I did promise him that even though I knew how to find him now, I'd give him his space, as he is as feline as I and even more tempermental.)

Also, I wish to publicly thank thepixelproject for reinstating my brain to consiousness. It's been way too long since it was used. Thank you Mr. TPP.

And it's dark at five thrity here... That's the weirdest thing to me. no wonder North America is full of night owls.
~.^
Kisses.
~ Figment


ps. I feel like I'm in a dream...
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manchester_black:
I dunno, theres something I find a little calming about when it gets dark at like four in the afternoon
Dec 4, 2005
thepixelproject:
Well, I'm back -

First off, I think you're response to my questions was good, but I think you're off with the "Your worry over all of this is a reflection of your desire to not appear to be uneducated in the nature of the website." Rather, I think I'm just the type who likes to understand the way things work, which is quite different about worrying about who thinks I do or don't. But that's picking nits. Good point about the post dictating the edits, etc - I think that's the perfect way to look at it.

In the end I suppose I'll just end up writing a bunch of posts should I need to, and not write any if I don't. Easy.

But onwards...

The date went alright - I'd give it a 7, anyway. We had some great conversation followed by great dinner and that was that. I didn't get a chance to see her alone for even a second, nor a chance to talk to her about how I feel or whatever... bah. Maybe next time... for now I've got a project to do before 8am tomorrow. Wish me luck.

[edit: made no sense at all]

[Edited on Dec 04, 2005 9:29PM]
Dec 4, 2005

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