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2005-06-25 - 12:21 a.m. Today, I did many things. But I think that the best of all of them is this revelation: I believe that the guy I am supposed to be dating is a closeted homosexual. That is right, big, buff, overly-jocky British boy is a closet gay. And if so, that would explain EVERYTHING. While it leaves me stranded without a boy, again, I just feel like giving one of those Nicole Kidman in "Bewitched" sighs.(which I saw, yes, I saw it, and I wouldn't waste a good $10.50, but is a good, fun, whipping-cream eat-a-thon rental, as long you as turn off your entire brain). Excepting, I don't know that I'll ever get the chance to find out. But I would like to find out. |
