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After weeks of silent appreciation of unprompted soy milk in my coffee (well, silent except for my change in the jar), the cutiepie barista and I also exchanged names. Hers is Cole! (Hey, I know one of those!) I didn't ask her if it was short for anything.

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Why do I feel so worn out?

I had one of those almost-cry-for-no-good-reason moments last night. I'm not even premenstrual or anything, I'm almost all caught up at work; I'm not sure what my deal is. Maybe a hard yoga session for the first time in a month is bringing things out. Maybe decompression is catching up. Maybe all derby and no music *is* stressing me out that much.

And I do still miss the way life with my friends used to be, though I tend to try not to think about it if I can help it because looking back just makes me sad.

Yeah. I have to make some music. Goddamnit.

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S4 and I will have lunch together today. That will be nice. I'd like us to take a weekend trip somewhere sometime. That would be nice, too.

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I always find it somewhat uncomfortable when someone meets another girl named Cole. She's never an "eh" person, and I'm kind of possessive of my name, even if it's not my real name. In fact, it's more troublesome than someone named Colleen.

Is that weird?

Not at all; as someone with an unusual name I completely understand. It's a good thing finding another Cali turned out so awesome, otherwise it might have been kinda weird.

See, I've got a hidden competitive streak- I want to be the best Cole. I feel like it would be weird to discover that when someone was talking about "Cole" they were talking about someone else.

Baby, you know you're number one.

Whew. I was worried I was going to have to get out my espresso machine and brush up on my caffeination skillz, for a battle for whits.

you are the best Cole. :)