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I am a total dork/idiot/masochist because:
- I cannot color my own hair for shit (lots of gray hairs still poking through...and the color is such a lovely one: blue-black).
- We went clubbing downtown last night and I turned down an offer to dance (it's not like I get a lot of guys asking me to boogie).
- I am reading (oh, the shame!) He's Just Not That Into You and, according to the authors, no guy I have ever dated, loved, or lived with has really been into me. Thus, I spent Friday night wrapped in my comforter, crying because of my wasted romantic life.
Aw, geez. This is embarrassing. I'm gonna go do...something else.
As a side note, I really liked going downtown, with all the trees along the Riverwalk lit up for Christmas and posada candles lining the actual walkway. The clubs were nice, too: one swanky and one very rowdy/fun.
