the awkward fairy

An email I sent to Marian, my best friend, one fine midsummer Tuesday afternoon:

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On the Fourth of July, I:

- Almost lit the house on fire.  Note to self:  Do not believe the guys at the fireworks stand who tell you that "nothing we sell will explode any higher than waist-height," since clearly they are talking about waist-height for Sasquatch.

Yesterday, I:

- Threw Adam out of my apartment at 10 a.m. so he would not be there when Nolan came to pick me up at 10:30 a.m.  I think I am a bad person.

- Went on an 11-hour maybe-date with Nolan, which was dive-bombed somewhere around hour 10 by a visit from the Awkward Fairy, in the guise of a Channel 9 newswoman.  I'm heading into a meeting right now, but do I have a story for you later.

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I'll tell you the rest next week, yes?

poetaster

Today, a boy sent me a poem -- I can only assume he authored it himself -- that rhymed the word "soul" with "facial mole."

Thought you'd want to hear about that one, blogland.