Sunday, April 5, 2009

My art teacher from freshman year must live in close proximity to me because I often see him and it’s unnaturally awk. I’m sure that, as a college professor, his recognition of me is so vague that he feels much less awk than I, but that just doesn’t matter; just now, I was standing randomly at the window, gazing into space. He walked into my field of vision and I straight up panicked, imagining how cripplingly awk it would have been if he had suddenly looked up and caught me creepily lurking!

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