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:: Monday, March 03, 2003 ::
Pennies For Sale
...and again, after one of the finest weekends New York Stupid has given me, a fight, a fight over nothing, the worst sort by miles. I mean, I'm calm now, and a fight over nothing pretty much resolves itself as soon as that happens, but if there's cleanup, it'll be somewhat vague. I'll be apologizing for letting my irritation get the best of me; it happens rarely, but too often anyway. It's hard: Jenn provokes the strongest emotional response of anyone by miles. It's hard to keep things level when I feel everything so viscerally.
"How much does she mean to you? How important to you is she?"
"Oh, everything. My relationship with her is the most important of my entire life."
My scarf is not ugly. ::sniff, smile::
I'd be a fool if I didn't keep my faith that all will be ironed out, that my efforts and capacity to heal are limitless after a weekend like that.
Fuck, but I need to finish my english paper.
:: Aziz 5:14 AM [+] ::
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