Monday

Afternoon Drinking



I remember landing in da<a href="http://"></a>llas this summer and hitting an absolute high on the drive home from the airport. Go ahead, take credit for that, because it was all you. I was so euphoric that you were finally FINALLY in the same timezone as me so I could text you and expect a semi-instantaneous response.

When I first met you, I WANTED you so badly. Your intellect, bizarre interests, 45year old conversation skills and beyond proper English made me want to rufie you and add you to my quirky collection of friends before you realized that you were obviously too cool for me. :) you inspire possesiveness in me. Its annoying. As are you.

You made me read Dawkins. You made me learn about math. You made me go to an open mic night and embarrass myself. You worship Feynman. You scared the shit out of me this semester. You never listen to me. Your serial kisser past taints my rep. You never watch movies with me. You ditched me for the library. This summer, your sadness was contagious. You give bad hugs. You refuse to play guitar for me. You are difficult.

whats wrong with afternoon drinking?

absolutely nothing.

we meet soon. right?

See you then =)

I adore you.



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