August, Already.

I noticed tonight: lots of hateful language and rude remarks. But maybe I'm not walking around Austin enough at 2 am to notice it.

In contrast, Jesse's favorite thing to do is to walk down the street and compliment everyone he sees. He means it every time, too, or else it would just be cruel. I think it's lovely.

Speaking of hateful language, I went out dancing with the beautiful gays and hipster fucks tonight. I was completely sweaty, exhausted, and happy. It was like going to a high school dance again. Soaked hair, tired feet.

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"Ricky, I've been meaning to call you, I just haven't. I'm sorry."
"I know, me too, I got a new phone, though, so that's my excuse."
"Did you get a new number?"
"...No."