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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>Things are as they were cautiously assumed (damn you, <lj user="breakfastfox"></lj> and your assumptions). This, however, took a vicious few hours of tickling and snuggling at Kelly’s, which only served to reenforce the point. I sensed a tiny conspiracy (conspiriature? conspirette?) between Moondog and Samir (not sure about Kelly, though I guess we had our own, after she bugged me last night), but I’m not going to bother myself with it. Now, however, I’m confused, and this is leading to consternation. Confused and afraid. Moondog’s such a beautiful person, and I’m so.. awkward - at least now, I am, after the whole thing with Shan and the other relationships before him - and I don’t want her to be hurt by that, or by any other dumb things I do, such as pull a Matt (which is a story for another time). For people well versed in the ways of relationships, I guess this wouldn’t be a problem, but I’m having a hard time thinking of how to bring it up to Moondog without out and out appologizing for being a dweeb. I must think, and we must talk more, but I surrender unto sleep</p>
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