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my sweetie knew how upset i was yesterday about my notebook. he knows i carry that thing everywhere and am very careful about not leaving it someplace. so he offered to put off the dinner i was planning to make, so i wouldn’t have to cook. and he brought home some small gifts, just to let me know he was thinking of me.
he brought a couple of matching silver pens, a silver notepad holder (both for work), and a booklight.
aw. he’s so good to me.
either that, or he’s buttering me up so i’ll make my fried chicken tonight.

have you ever not been invited to be a member of a group?
it’s not easy is it? especially when you are friends with everyone in it. but it’s invite only. and you’re not quite good enough to get in. oh, you get invited to events. everyone loves you. they’re more than happy to see you. hang out. drink together.
but then you slowly get cut out of the daily emails and occasional events. and they insist they still love you and you’re their friend, yadda yadda. and you still hang out – when you run into each other. but there are no special invites. and part of it is because you’re growing apart. and part of it is you’ve been busy.
but part of you is still a tiny bit hurt, because we all want to be accepted.
in the meantime, you’ve been there almost since the beginning. friends with them all. and other people have gotten the (membership) invites.
but you still haven’t.
get over it, right?
that’s what you tell yourself, anyway. and you do for the most part. except for that one teeny piece of you deep down that hurts just a little bit, no matter what you do.