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c. is for cookie and that's dumb enough for me feb 6 2001 - 9.30 am
so socks and i are walking through some sort of park and lo and behold there is c., walking "over there" sans her familiar (dog) somethingsomethingsomething c. and i are somehow forced to spend time together through act of god? going the same way? blind date gone wrong? i can't remember the details. as much as my blood boils with the very sight of her i am nice because i can be nothing BUT nice. and she responds, nicely, and we have this day of interaction, cautious niceness. she leaves a note for her friend which i find. (addressed to "torquil", which is odd because i don't even read torquil's diary) it says that she wanted to hate me, she really did, and she was scared of me, but i turned out to be ok. we just had the Socks thing to NEVER EVER discuss. i think "aww that's nice." and further down the note is "here is the $200 for the weekend" or something to that extent. and lo and behold an envelope filled with u.s. cash. (c. is always, apparently, broke) i think....hmmmm. i really hate her. i could take this money. but we spent a nice day together. and i'm rethinking that whole massive disgust and despising thing. so i go to the guy's apartment to deliver the note and money. then to the grocery store to do the same. IIIII DUNNNO. i wake up and tell my girlfriend "i dreamt that c. and me got along and hung out" she says "you always dream that you and her hang out." and i say "no i don't." and she said "i'd like that if you and her didn't hate each other" and i said "dream onnn....well, ok, they are my 'dreams' but dream on anyway cuz it ain't gonna happen." the end.
last time***next time
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