Quickly! Quickly! Quickly!
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I wish that people would just talk to each other like we like each other and we're grown up enough to act like it? That wasn't really a question initially, right? Right, best be brushing up on my grammer.
And my "Not having awkward conversations" etiquitte, I seem to be lacking in that area, awkward conversations are all I do!
I'm really terrible at writing anymore; I don't really feel like I'm writing to my potential.
I'll try again soon.
Also: The Elms were at Northern the other day, in Landrum. I left early and by the time I got to my car and my CD player shorted out (that doesn't take very long...) and got onto the highway (and, and, and!) and everything, I heard that Owen Thomas and Nate Whatever of the The Elms, just about the band I've liked the longest time, was there, in the hallway I always walk through. Oh dear.
Oh dear.
I love that commercial , where the guy is in the job interview, but he has a stain on his shirt, so everytime he opens his mouth the stain just makes jumbling foreign noises.
Gets me EVERY time!
I'm a loser.
And, work was good.
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