So, I'm sitting up like an eager puppy, waiting for Jacob to come online and be like, "I didn't die on my ski trip! Call me because I miss you!"
Doubtless, his mother has imprisoned him in the kitchen, guilt-tripping him that..
Oh, never mind. Here he is.
posted by M.Jazz @ 1:14 AM
To be concise, I can't feel something without describing it. Probably, this is due to some sort of traumatic experience I had in the womb. I hate the expression, "She wears her heart on her sleeve." It makes the subject sound weak and whiny. I concede that I am both of these things, but I don't like to come right out and say it...mostly because I'm an arrogant fool. I'd rather refer to myself as effusive. If you'll sit a while and read, I'm sure you'll agree.
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