Wednesday, February 18, 2004
I used to be friendly with this guy - M - who said it was boring if I had an experience, told him the story, wrote about it, posted it on my blog, got comments, and even talked about it some more. He said, can't I process stuff just once? We're not friends anymore. Partly because I got slightly freaked when he pointed out an obviously anorexic woman at a party and said she was obese. Random thought over and out.
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