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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, October 18, 2001

I do, in fact, do things other than watch movies and occasionally go to class. Though, glancing first at my life, you may be forgiven for thinking otherwise.

The only time I wonder if I'm dysfunctional is when I watch other people's relationships in progress. Maybe I should stop doing that. Maybe I should accept that since I'm so radically different from most females in my acquaintance, it's patently bloody obvious that my relationships aren't going to be conducted in the same way as theirs.

Dinner with the Male, Z and their cohort. Through table nonplanning, I ended up sitting with the old-skool boys. There was one of their girlfriends as well. Though she was tutor on my floor for a year, and resident for a year before that, I still relate to her through her boyfriend, who I probably know less. I simply get on better with males, I think. They're easy to talk to. I don't have to think about it, or worry about what I'm saying. I know I've said this before, but it's a defining feature in my life, yanno.

Oh, and I'm about to start playing with adding comments to this, so excuse me if things go a little bit bung.

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