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O.O GET OUT OF MY HEAD, WHO WROTE THIS OMG
This always happens to me. Idk why. But it does. Rah.
I like having secret crushes. Once my love is reciprocated, I lose everything I feel for him. It's wrong, yes I know that, but I can't help it. There's this pressure to commit, to do something about my silly little crush. I don't like that.
I spent most of Friday night in hiding.
Because I felt like kissing this one boy I really shouldn’t be kissing. And then because my flatmates started arguing; or rather, she was crying and he just yelled and shoved furniture around the place.
I felt like that child in the movies. The one sitting behind the door, hugging their legs, chin on knees, eyes closed, just wishing everything would stop.
I woke up smelling of weed and cigarettes.
Last night.
We’re not going to talk about the shower.
We’re going to talk about how a bartender at Molly Malone smiled at me, and brought my friend an ashtray, and gave me a cigarette.
And about how my friend asked him for two glasses of water, please, and your number for my friend.
And about how he smiled.
And about how he wrote down his number in his little notepad,
tore out the page and handed it to me.
And about how half an hour later, he texted me.
numi:
What do you guys think about our new logo for Twitter and Facebook?
This is brilliant and perfect. I wish I could create something that beautiful.
It is ten to twelve. I am still at work.
Just like last night, when I was here until 3am. Somehow, we always do four to six hours of work, then end up drinking beer and hanging out. I quite love it.
(Note. This is the new job, not the job at the bistro. Cos that would be weird. Although four of us did hang out there after hours for a while on Saturday. We got burgers and chips and wedges and talked.)
Did I mention that my boss has the greatest espresso maker of all time?
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