If you don't cry, it isn't love. If you don't cry, you just don't feel it deep enough.

God, I love The Magnetic Fields.

And I do cry, so I do mean love.

Office Christmas party was really a ruckus this year.
I think I did everything you are not supposed to do. I asked my supervisor to come to karaoke. I SANG karaoke. I danced to Gasolina in a way too short skirt. I got in screaming fight. I kissed girls.
Cripes.
Whatever. It was fun. And everyone knows I'm a spaz. Sigh.
AW says I'm a flirt. Double sigh. I know I am. And he knew that in the first place. I only flirt with my friends. And they know the schtick. Shyah.
Although Colin's hypocritical bullshit is NOT cool. He is goddamn manslut jealous bastard. I don't understand how his gf puts up with his shit. God, that pisses me off. He has been setting me up just to burn AW.
Well, I'm gonna be a demure little prude around him from now on. Fucker.