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Jake and I decided on an agreement last night of exactly the sort I'm not supposed to be getting into anymore. He announced last night that he tries to avoid getting involved with people who have my schedule--the exact opposite of his, and I announced that I try not to get involved, period. (This is true as of recently, considering that the last boy I dated was a convicted felon. I need to figure out why it is that after the whole Michael debaucle last year I decided to fixate on a boy who may or may not be gay and is, regardless, not-get-able. I'm trying to figure things out, which I'm also trying to not make equal sleeping around. And that's more than y'all need to know.)
So, Jake and I are friends. With occasional extras, time permitting.

Knowing I'm a dumb girl and figuring out how to stop being one such are two different things.

Dave, Nick will be in California in a few weeks, and I made him swear to call you. Which doesn't mean much, since nowhere in the last seven years has he ever done what I said. Consider yourself warned, one way or another.