Stop creeping me out. Gimme' a high five.
And a hug. Because hugs are so good!
I had a sane and meaningful conversation with Bu after quite some time. We talked about how weird hugs are, and she laughed-- or pretended to-- and I felt good about myself.
So the gist of the conversation as was-- Intimate Hugs: The most awkward time to have an erection. Right, right?
I sometimes worry about the weirdest and the least relevant of things. Awkward laugh. Hur-hur-hur. Heh.
My ability to carve about relevant, captivating, and interesting sentences has diminished significantly since I stopped writing six months ago. I can't speak in public, and I can't communicate with other human beings as fluently as I formerly could.
The Hitch is dead, the Hitch is dead, man. I should do something about that.
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