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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
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<p>OASOS was odd. Samir made me wear some of his European clothes, which are actually pretty nice. We discussed the future of OASOS - in other words, we took the most boulderish, friendly, bureaucratic way to.. something, I don’t even know what, that we could. So we didn’t stay for small group. Instead, we went to Fascinations, where Samir and Mikey scared Vulpine and I. After, coffee at Caffe Sole. I felt extremely off and very unplayful, even with biting and such. I mumbled about it being awkward with Samir there, but that was just to get it out of the way. I didn’t know it at the time, but now I’m guessing that it most likely has to do with sleep-deprevation. It was still quite good to see Michael again. Should be alright by friday, when we’re apparently going to AA, then clubbing, where Samir’s and Mikey are conspiring to get Vulpine and I to dance by grinding with each other. Ah well. Should be fun to watch :o</p>
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