Saturday, October 13, 2001

Amy Borst: this bud's for you.

I'd like to dedicate this entry to my friend Amy, for her consistency in writing me, despite my complete inability to write her back.


So one of my guy friends asked me out.

Yes folks, despite all the odds-- the pajama pants, the messy hair, the constant sarcasm --good ol' amy jo got herself a date. That's right, even more incredulously, overcoming an anxiety disorder and a horribly unhealthy fear of relationships, she somehow managed to say yes...

Well not "yes" exactly... I think I actually used the phrase, "I'm going to puke" somewhere in the course of conversation... but you get the general idea...

Anyway, I'm sleep deprived, and thought I better right this down just in case I don't remember it in the morning. Night folks.

--amy jo

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