Tonight Im tipsy. Maybe drunk. Was out with my co-worker from Hong Kong. Cute little, tiny thing named Rose. Darling. China doll. I love her.
While out we accidentally (on purpose) ran into Paul. One of the first people (?) I met in this crazy Midwestern town. I think I feel chemistry, though Im pretty sure I do, I try to resist. Pretty sure Rose saw sparks. I still try to resist.
So cold. So cold. So cold I had to take a cab five blocks home. I love Rose. Shes going to New York tomorrow. Will meet up with her in London too.
This doesnt make sense, I know.
Some dork bought me a drink and then came to chat. I instantly hated him. Rose was so gracious for me. I love her. Why is she married? I want a little China doll of my own.
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