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Or he found me. Apparently, I sent the first message, but either way, I've ended up with a boyfriend. And it's turned out pretty amazing. A goodly several months ago, I was entering a "Let's be a slut!" phase in my life when I met this guy on Grindr. I was talking to several guys (cf: slut phase), but he was neat—cute, good conversation, and so forth. I wasn't sure where things would go or where I wanted them to go or what I expected, but I kept chatting with him because he was interesting. Worst case, I reasoned, he seemed like he'd make for a pretty neat friend. One day, my boss decided our department should go out to grab Italian ice at a place near our office; unfortunately, a last-minute meeting cropped up, so the outing was canceled. But I still wanted Italian ice. And I had the next day off, and that one particular guy I'd been talking to, Anthony, had the afternoon free from work. He'd also never had Italian ice. So I decided we...

But let's see if it sticks. I've decided to quit smoking—I even got the patch and everything—but it's been difficult. Besides the usual "wanting a cigarette like all the time" stuff, today I'm feeling roughed up with irritability. What I'm not sure of is whether it's just my usual (high) level of irritability mixed with stupid, frustrating circumstances or whether it really is withdrawal irritability crossed with my usual (high) irritability mixed with stupid, frustrating circumstances. I'm thinking (read: hoping) it's the latter. Cuz it's bad today. I'm waiting in a library for Anthony; we're supposed to work on our writing—he, on his novel; I, on my short story —but my brain is too jazzed with the irritables to get anything done. Whence the decision to blog. I can't say this has gotten me anywhere (I'm certainly no nearer, I feel, to writing-writing), but, um, yay? In other news, I finally caved and bought a Nin...