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Today's boy-related decisions are as follows: I would like to marry a man who would wear white suits but maybe doesn't actually, and I no longer wish to date ones that say "ciao" when getting off the phone if they're not actually Italian.

I called Donovan to let him know that I'm back in town, because he called me first.

This Sunny Day Realestate cd won't stop skipping, and I am lustfully eyeing my freezer, which contains gin.

Also, oy. Just oy.

But hey! At least my ass is famous!