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Please don't leave me, Katie!

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I am actually thrilled because I will finally get most of my week nights back and my weekends are gonna be.. .well...  FREE and BLAND.   So Amen to that!   I mean who needs someone to talk for hours and laugh with and never get sick of and go on fun road trips and like the same foods and have girl crushes on Elizabeth Hurley with... or talk about fun ideas for Halloween costumes with when Halloween is ONLY six months away... or both say in unison "This is the most fun ever!" because you found a store covered in plastic $3 earrings... or someone who sends you  fun homemade random cards in the mail that just tell you that you are loved... do you know anyone who needs that?  Because I most certainly DO NOT.

I mean who needs someone to talk for hours and laugh with and never get sick of and go on fun road trips and like the same foods and have girl crushes on Elizabeth Hurley with... or talk about fun ideas for Halloween costumes with when Halloween is ONLY six months away... or both say in unison "This is the most fun ever!" because you found a store covered in plastic $3 earrings... or someone who sends you fun homemade random cards in the mail that just tell you that you are loved... do you know anyone who needs that? Because I most certainly DO NOT.

My not so close friend Cleve leaves the pinstriped streets of DC for kraut stained alleyways of Chicago on Saturday.  I’m not trying to be bitchy.  That’s just a fact.   She’s cool and all but just another temp drifter in the DC pool.  She’s not special.  I don’t think about her in a weird way like how she might be like the younger sister I always wanted but never had…  what?  That’s so dumb.  And for the record, Internet, I don’t CARE.  I am FINE.  F-to the-I-to the-N-to the-E.  FINE.  Look at me?  Do I care?  Nope.  No.  No ways.  Not here bub.  Pardon?  Wrong number.  Just keep on walkin. ‘ Nothin’ to see here folks.  I’m okay.  You’re okay.    Please people.   You simply don’t know who you’re dealing with here.    I.     AM.     BULLETPROOF.

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