There's somebody I want to call, but I'm hesitant, and I'm hesitant for all the wrong reasons.
There's a fellow I know who, at his grad party, I suggested that we get together at some point during the summer to discuss Atlas Shrugged, a book we're both reading, simply because I've gotten the impression from other people that it's the sort of book that is more fun to talk about than it is to read.
And now, I'm wimping out, even though he totally asked for my number.
Monday, June 4, 2007
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i wish i had read this blog when you wrote this. i hope you went for it. i feel like i'm reading the story of your life.
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