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A fun Facebook memory popped up today. The post isn't important but it was between me and one of my roommates in Stockton my senior year in college.

To keep it short, he used to go on and on... and on about this girl he had a huge crush on. But wasn't doing anything about it. One day I was getting so annoyed about his inaction I said, RALPH SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST ASK HER OUT ON A DATE.

He did within the next few days. They dated. They got married years later.

It made me smile because I don't think he would have ever taken that first step if I didn't push him.
 
The funniest thing I've heard this week is my best friend asking me a random question if I prefer Sloppy Joes or Organized Josephs. He would only say something as ridiculous as that because he knows my weird quirk about people who can and cannot call me Joe or Joseph, depending on who you are, or what anyone calls me at all.

Some people call me Joseph. Some people call me Joe. Some people call me Kuro. Some people call me Akai. But those are different groups of people and I want people to stay in their lane on that. Is it ridiculous? Yes, I understand that. We all have our quirks.

Reminds me of an ex that liked calling me Joey when she was naked and I'd tell her, what you're doing is not fair.
 
The funniest thing I've heard this week is my best friend asking me a random question if I prefer Sloppy Joes or Organized Josephs. He would only say something as ridiculous as that because he knows my weird quirk about people who can and cannot call me Joe or Joseph, depending on who you are, or what anyone calls me at all.

Some people call me Joseph. Some people call me Joe. Some people call me Kuro. Some people call me Akai. But those are different groups of people and I want people to stay in their lane on that. Is it ridiculous? Yes, I understand that. We all have our quirks.

Reminds me of an ex that liked calling me Joey when she was naked and I'd tell her, what you're doing is not fair.
i was gonna call you beefcake if we ever met.
 
I've mentioned I'm courting this lovely lady Sara. Everyday she texts me "good morning" whether she admits it or not, I'm getting under her skin.

This ain't my first rodeo. Reminds me of my friend Chenee. She told me I was just a friend when I made my intentions clear.

What happened? She eventually flipped and platonic became romantic. I won't explain where that wrong but I was still a good enough friend she invited me to her wedding. It was a small wedding.

Persistence matters and telling me no only makes me smile (and laugh in my head).

Her and Michael are great friends. When I'm town, I'm always welcome.
 

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What do I call you? Am I in the right group?
I'd allow Joseph or Kuro. You are a friend I trust so rules can be broken.

Gwyne callas me Kurosexi all the time. You think I'm gonna tell her to stop doing that?

Outside of that, you are a good person, so yes you are in the right group.
 
Good. Morning!! I slept with my dog last night. She is a lovely companion. Mom wanted her coffee brought to her but alas, still sleeping.

Today looks beautiful. I have a crush on Pushrod, Wayne knows and is ok with that. He says that’s how we stay alive and young by engaging with others.

BARF is a wonderful platform for us and I am grateful for all of you and this space.
 
passed out? Sounds like you were just exhausted from keeping up, daily doings and rehab.
this is correct. falling asleep at night is difficult, too, so i have been sleep deprived.

@ThumperX i like that you told Wayne about your crush on Pushrod. he’s a rad dude and i like how he’s talked about his love for his wife. absolutely swoon worthy. :love
 
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