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One minute I feel like I could kick every ass from here to Montmartre and the next minute I am wallowing in self-pity and crying on the métro.  This has been going on for two weeks now.  I don't feel like I can talk about it anymore because it's the same thing I've *been* talking about for so long and I know everyone is sick of it and no one understands my point of view anymore or my inability to just give up and let him go.  I just feel really alone.

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LOOK AT HIM

DELIGHT IN HIM

POKER FACE

UNBUTTONED COLLAR

Um so um. Well. Remember that time I tried to stagedoor "Danse avec les stars" for Floflo and the only picture I got from the whole night was this one? THEY'RE GONNA BE AT THAT SHOW TOMORROW. I can get there without getting lost for three hours this time maybe...!

So um... I mean... I guess I should go... buh goddammit here I go being a groupie again.

Should I go?

...do I need to give in and make a tag for 1789 or my random obsession with Roddy J? That's what I call him. Roddy J. We're bff.

In case you missed the memo, I met him for like .24601 seconds after the MOR reunion concert and he is SUPER ATTRACTIVE in person and super charming and personable and I was like LET ME LOVE YOU RODDY J