Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

8 years isn't that much, is it?

Look at me trying to convince myself that my crush on my 19 year old comic cutie isn't totally wrong. Ok he's legal and everything, but still...8 years, that's an entire 8 year old being... i could totally have an 8 year old. Holy shit. That just occured to me. I'm old enough to have an 8 year old. And i wouldn't even have been a teenage mother... 19 isn't teenage anymore is it? Holy crap that's scary. But i can't help myself. He wrote me an email yesterday and i'm all giddy and shit. Last time I saw him at the store i really felt the 19 if you know what i mean. Sure the teenage brooding moody thing is cute and all, but after a while trying to talk to someone like that is like pulling teeth. But still, he's a cutie and i'm happy he wrote to me... it should be interresting he's supposed to be coming to tomorrow's happy hour recruitment fiesta.

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