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Thursday, February 1, 2007


Something Special?
Caleb Correspondance:

S: God. You're so difficult. Hey, can I ask you a question?
C:Im sorry you think I'm difficult. Yes, ask away.
S:I don't know. You're not really difficult, but I can't find the word I want to use... I have a problem. If I ask you what I want to ask you, I'm afraid I won't hear from you for months.


And you all know what I want to ask him, right?

I think I want things to stay like they are. Unless Jason says anything or asks me out, I'm not going to persue a relationship.

Heather- Yeah. I need to get my ass up there. Or he needs to get his ass down here. Either one. We could live quite happily in Cookville, I think (where I'll be for college).

Then I'd cook for him. And he'd tell me fascinating stories about the past three years in Canada, and how the whole time he wanted so badly to sweep down here and take me away.

Or it'll be like, "Fuck no." "Well, fuck you." "Fine."

Ha ha ha ha.

It didn't snow and that really pisses me off. That's the first thing I said today. Dad came to wake me up and he said we didn't get enough snow and we had to go to school and I said, "I hate everything." Then I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. I got up around 5:50AM and put on Tom Waits to make me feel better.

It worked. But I'm still pissed.

-Susan

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