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I'm a "playful" which means I find happiness in affection, attention and approval. But who doesn't. I guess for me, those are much more important than loyalty... etc. etc.
I guess this makes sense. Please thank me for the round of drinks I just bought you, I'm so generous. Please look at me because I know the latest dance craze even though I look like shit doing it. Please hold my hand to show people that I'm in a really great relationship. Please give me a high five for figuring out the bill because NO ONE can do it right. I am queen, send me flowers... edible flowers.
God I'm so obnoxious. I went through my twitter and facebook to clean out every last pompous post that I ever did. All of these thoughts should remain on this blog that none of my friends read. Am I becoming too self aware?
This would explain why I take it personally when I pick a restaurant and the 'guest' hates it. Fuck you. Anyway.
I'm saddened by a crumbled friendship. You can't repair trust. So there's nothing much to say but to fill the silence with uninteresting stories.
I put out a bag of old rice and bread butts on the sidewalk and someone claimed it within an hour.
I'm really thrilled that my vision has not changed in the past 4 years.
I don't think I'm aging very well