someone who read the old blog commented that i used to write better way back there. must be the angst, he surmised.

great. apparently happiness knocks out some writing skills along the way.

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i wish ...
... that you'd text me "good morning" when you wake up and "good night" before you sleep at night.
... that you'd remember tax is on crummy saturdays and wednesdays are always good nights for impromptu dates cause i get off at 730 and the only subject the day after is medjur.
... that you won't forget that at kfc, what i get is coleslaw, not mashed potatoes and that i don't drink coke at all.

i'm glad ...
... that you've realized the wonders of apricot scrub because of me.
... that you think i don't write awful.
... that you can cook and that you offered to wash the dishes.

in time ...
... we'll see how the other is like when royally pissed and we'd know how to deal with it.
... we'll realize that, yes, we do have a lot of things in common and we shouldn't question that at all anymore.
... you'd get over being jaded and i'd get over being scared and we'd finally relax and enjoy this.