Picked up zebulon_y at the airport tonight. We’re going to the LA Auto Show tomorrow. After that going to be free in the evening. Who wants to have dinner, and where?
Despite losing my wallet and freaking the fuck out about it earlier tonight, I managed to get zeb into his hotel and have a bit of time with the D’s crew. I returned home, starving, and consumed both chicken noodle soup and yogurt with blueberries.
I’ve had a lot of trouble communicating adequately with friends lately, because I’ve been depressed and anxious, which makes me selfish and not a good listener. Everyone seems to be behind a layer of wet cotton to me. People should know that I do give a damn about you, but for reasons of my own I’m not able to rise to the occasion.
Chicken noodle soup is everything they say it is, you know.
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if i get back from san diego at a decent time i’d like to meet ya’ll for dinner… i just don’t know what time i’ll be back or where you’re going for dinner… but if things all match up i’d love to see you both…
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is wet cotton an effective fire retardant? Cause if it is…that rules
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What time tomorrow? I’ll be around.
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You are going to be around and dont tell ME! Hobo
I’m down for dinner
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Whether you know it or not, you have been a really good friend to me over the past couple of weeks. Wet cotton or no wet cotton, I don’t doubt that you care about me. If anything I worry that you don’t know just how much I give a damn about you. Thank you for listening. If I can ever return the favor, I’m always more than willing to.
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Have you already called all the appropriate people about your wallet? I’m too disorganized to keep track of that shit, so if I lost my wallet it would be the end of the world for me. Like I remember everything I have in that shit!
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