The reading went well. I'm getting more comfortable in front of a crowd and was able to change the playlist without freaking myself out. (I read things incommon, Wings, I am coming into my doubt, Garden of the Musee Rodin, Adam, selections from attempts to articulate.)
Fondue last night with Brozy and co. I now know where the State Liquor Store is, if anyone's wondering.
Was quite snappish to TB today at church. I was annoyed with everyone in that room, beginning with the chick who looks like a porcelain doll. There was one attractive man in the room who, as it turns out, was visiting. No one with eyes like that would actually be in my ward.
I can talk the talk, but I can't walk the walk. Meaning: I know what I need to say to a guy, I just never can get up the nerve to say it. Unless, of course, they're of the non-threatening variety. And then there's no point.
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4 comments:
Thanks for the fonduing. It was great to hang out with you.
Sounds like a fantastic reading list. Wish I had been there!
Oh, you deleted a post when I had a comment all ready to write. I'll put it here even though it will make no sense (it wouldn't have made much sense anyway):
I took your mom for granted last night.
You were in no way snappish. Okay, maybe you were. But it's cool.
:D
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