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Jesus;
I'm so awkward.

I sit there, and pour out my sexual suspicions on James.

The doof starts falling asleep. I am a paranoid asshole. I outright blab about this sexual shit to the dude, telling him I think he's eyeing me up. I put the doof to sleep.

Wow.

Holy shit.

I can't vent my weirdest paranoia without alienating someone. Durr?

Yeah! I'm going on about, "Dude, this would never fly." He's not talking, so I go on a tirade about being ugly, and lame in bed.

You know what started this?

I was trying to tell him that sleeping around after a major relationship prolly won't make him feel better.

Somehow this translates to me thinking he's in to me. Oh joy; past experience as a wannabe hetrosexual make me paranoid about all virile males. Of course, they're all lined up to fuck me, right?! I'm the mystical unsatisfied lesbian. Of couuuurse.

Durr.
Durr.
Durr.

I am an asshole, and this is fucking lame.

Great. Now he'll avoid me, with good cause.

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