| I got back from London on Saturday. I'd tell you how it was in detail, but there isn't nearly enough space, but suffice it to say that it was amazing.
In other news, nearly a year later, my heart skips a beat sometimes when I think about you. Funny, isn't it?
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| I saw you somewhere, I don't remember where. I poured out my heart to you, pounded you with my fists. Maybe it was my confession or my violent reaction that finally made you say what I knew all along. You cried (who would've known you'd have that sort of reaction) and said, "I love you." Then we held each other. I don't remember anything after that. |
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| This date should go down in history. I, Carrie (Insert Last Name), am no longer dateless. 
Took mothereffing long enough. Jesus. 21 years without going on a date. I was starting to feel like a spinster.
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| * I only have a month left here in London 
* I think I'm developing a handwashing OCD.
* I might be going on my first date EVER tomorrow, with a 29-year-old I met in a sports bar/restaurant/club.
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| I really thought I was going to use this to document my time here in
London. Turns out taking massive amounts of pictures on facebook
remedied that. So I guess this post is just to say that I'm
alive. Stressed out over classes and shit, but alive.
And wtf is up the new xanga frontpage? No me gusta.
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