This week I could find no inspiration to write. J-Love's attention was waxing and waning (mostly waning). I went on a date where the guy showed up unapologetically late and kept talking about not wanting to spend money (I paid for myself to his great relief). Metro broke up with someone, and I spent the end of my work week staying late with a kid spouting blood all over my office after getting punched in the nose.
On a high note, J-Love gave me the Juno soundtrack and the line, "We sure are cute for two ugly people," keeps happily skipping through my mind.
Last night my go-dutch date and I heard a guy sing Here Comes the Sun. I'm praying that is the anthem for me, Metro, and Tea this week.
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