I went through ALL my notes and tagged them so that it shows whenever I mention specific people. It turns out I mention Rob A LOT. Well, he is my best bud, but it might be scary to others who aren’t aware of that (incidentally, I know he doesn’t consider me his best friend - which is fine. He has a wonderful partner and they are probably the only couple I know who I pretend will never break up; I mean all couples do eventually, don’t they? Even death parts them…but not them. They will go down in the blaze of glory that is the double suicide caused by either a. over-consumption of homebrew or b. the Darvon cocktail. Look it up on Urban Dictionary. I’m still so pissed they removed its entry on Wikipedia and its deletion log wasn’t exactly super-easy to find. Oh christ, I’ve crossed a new level of nerddom)
Except one.
There was one note where I admitted I nearly sent a Valentine to someone I fancied. Now someone I had coffee with today was telling me about how one female friend he had used to blog about her now boyfriend before they started seeing one another, and how this bloke used to read her blog! Zomg.
So yeah, I didn’t tag that note. Hi B if you happen to read this through the dreaded Facebook. You will be tagged.
Hmm, I’ll mention that really cute bloke that both B and Rob know…but I won’t tag him. I think I’ve pestered him enough by actually telling him he looks hot on a photo on Facebook (aha! I know, I’ll do it retrospectively like I will with the boy I nearly sent a Valentine to when he’s no longer single. Aha…). Oh and thank feck my last ex isn’t on here either! Or Nerd of my Dreams…
Oh god, I’ve really plunged into the depths of the lame now, haven’t I? Come join, it’s soooo much fun. We’ll blame my persistent insomnia, hm?
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