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#NUMBER 153ONEHUNDRED&FIFTYTHREE
First things first,
Guess who's brunette!

Okay,

So this is tougher than I thought it would be. It's been over a year now, and I think I am now willing to accept what has happened.

My dad died. And nothing makes it better; things will probably never be as comfortable as they were. But it's been over a year, and I have learned how to deal. I don't know where to start but with the first high point I can remember after he had passed.

I was working at Starbucks, and this infamous guy(known slut/druggie) started coming into my store almost daily for weeks. He would come in with a friend, or friends, and I assumed that every time they laughed, it was at me. One night Kathleen, Katie and myself went to see Snow Cake, starring my personal favourite actress Sigourney Weaver, and for mentioned infamous guy was there too. The next day he and a customer who I always gave free cookies to(now dear friend Marjorie) came in together. We spoke, and I don't remember the details too clearly and whether or not it all happened this time, or another time, but he asked if I wanted to go out some time. I gave him my number, and then I started snubbing him... I don't know if I was scared, or nervous, or afraid of having my heart hurt more... but eventually we went on our first date at Cimo's.

(Oh, next time I'm in Peeg, Kathleen, Katie, we are going to eat Mediterranean fries till we burst.)

He picked me up in his moms van, he smelled delicious, and the date went well. We talked about mutual friends. How I knew him. How he knew me. How my cousins were friends of his, etc.

On our second date it was a repeat of Cimo's but when arrived he hurried to the door and told me he had spilled paint on the curb outside... I MUST REMEMBER TO PHOTOGRAPH THE PAINT WHEN I AM NEXT IN PEEG.

I don't remember if it was on this date, or before, but he took me to his house and showed me his dingbats, and whatserthings, and photos of his friends, him kissing his friends, his ex-boyfriends, and his naked body. I was really starting to like him, but I was having a hard time warming up to him. So it was perfect that we got drunk and went party hopping. 3 parties, way too much booze and the first time I made out with a guy where I actually felt something... and he felt something too... we had to wait to escape the bathroom because "something happened" to him... he also proclaimed that he couldn't believe he was making out with "hot tall blond starbucks guy." He came home with me that night, and shared my bed.

Three dates, now 10 months later, and we've moved to Victoria together.

I am mega tired so this is a short one,

G'night