day 10358: IM
So I overreacted. I read the IMs and thought Triscuit wanted to have “the talk.”
[Insert panicky dread hand-wringing here.]
Everyone else thought I was overreacting except for me who really was overreacting but refused to admit it. I hate confrontation with a passion and go to the extremes to avoid it at all possible costs.
I prepped myself for the ultimate worse… and instead, came out of it relatively unscathed with a new pair of earrings (that I love) and a boy who will now call himself my “boyfriend.”
Finally.
Not that I would call him “my boyfriend.” It’s just one of those phrases that feel weird coming off your tongue.
“My boyfriend…”
Hmmm… maybe I could get used to it.
"My boyfried..."
Hmmm... probably not... but does this mean I can tell my grandmother now?
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