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Not So Secretly

I like this one fellow's blog. It makes me sigh and squish all the airs out of my lungs. But it's too smart and beautiful and sad for me to be a real reader of. I can barely make intelligent and intelligible comments about his writing in meo capite. So I shall keep my admiration to an anonymous minimum.

If any of those sentences made any sense to you - well done. 
Blerg, justspenttwominutesretypingonesentencedoIhavetowriteinEnglish? Sometimes the fact that people may be reading what I spit (as in nasty, water-out-of-your-mouth not the straight-rappin-fuck-all-you-haters-type) onto here worries me. But I keep it public because I don't want to back down in surrender. Skim shady told me that she doesn't get this concept, so I realized that I may be the only one with this strategy. 

GAH.

Also, (secretly) I call dibs on the term "boo," Usher and Alicia Keys style. This is in accordance with my inner inner-city gal. One night, The Easily Offensive and I saw a girl texting to a number she saved into her phone as "Future Hubby Heart Heart Heart" DO NOT FEAR. I shan't turn into that. Nor shall I turn into Roomie, whose unmentionable boyfriend's number is saved on her phone as something equally unmentionable. Truly, his nickname is their relationship in its most concentrated form of saccharine kewtness.

(Secretly or maybe not so secretly, at this point I can be just as sweet. But I will maintain a bitter visage to mask my obvious jealousy. Do not allow me to talk about the number of children I want or the house I want to live in with them or the backyard where they'll play - shutupshutupshutup.)

Okay, I really need to shut-up now. Night.

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