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Monday, January 3, 2011

my droid is my love doc.


ooooh, the text messages, emails, and gchats that stream through the droid everyday...
where would i be without them?
so many issues brought to the surface.... and discussed and discussed and discussed and then solved.

exhibit a:
text convo with brooke

b: i'm glad he hurt me the way he did because it makes me want nothing to do with him.
a: that's the saddest thing i've ever heard.
b: really? explain.
a: goes along with the thing that one guy told me when we broke up... that it sucks being the girl in the relationship because we care more about the relationship than they do. it's sad we have to be hurt beyond repair to move on, right? i'm as guilty as the next.
b: true. very true. i don't think i'd be where i am now if that one guy would have let me down slowly.
a: it's so wonky being a girl.

exhibit b:
email convo with greg
doesn't everyone talk deep like this with management?

a: thanks for dinner... AND the wise words of caution. advice and warning are always welcome.
g: no prob. i am always hesitant to say anything because it's your business in the end and i don't want to sound like the pessimist or end up hurting your feelings somehow {and yes, you do have feelings}... i just don't want to see you get hurt. i can give you a guy's perspective on the matter, which is a lot more simple than you make it out to be. i am starting to lecture. you just say when you want me to zip it!

exhibit c:
gchat with jenna

a: this is the only complicated thing about my life. i'm the girl who programs/plans/organizes/controls/makes happen every single thing i do... this is the only thing i can't wrap my head around.
j: i feel like you get what you want {not in the spoiled way but in a come hell or high water way} and it isn't about the boy anymore just about..... winning?
a: exxxxxxactly. it's about who's good enough for who... and who gets to let go. it all boils down to pride.
j: ABSOLUTELY, yo.

exhibit d:
phone call to jen

a: bestie duties calling. help.
j: i don't know what you're thinking. stop. get a hold of yourself. quit wasting your time. stop. STOP. you're better than that. you wouldn't want it in the end. just.... stop. {but if you don't.... toast and apple juice at my place}.
a: thankyouverymuch.




i don't know why anyone would pay for therapy sessions when they have an unlimited data package.

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