After the wrestling match, I went out to Cambridge to attend a house-warming party at my friend Paul's (Another namecheck!) new place. It was a great way to end the night, as I was still coming down off of my adrenaline rush and getting out of my zone, or character, as some may say. We (boundcreature, jebustheimpaler, ThePants, sapphic_plastic, and I) sat out on his roof/porch beneath the stars and chatted for a few hours, all while a small meteor shower occured. Other than dancing, I can't think of a better way to spend a Saturday night with some of my closest friends than that.
No updates on the relationship front. Each day that passes without achievement of any real resolution to my problem(s) just furthers my belief in this statement relayed to me by boundcreature:
Girls are stoopid. And evil.
If you want to read about my wrestling experience on Saturday night, go ahead, click it:
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mnislahi:
I thought you forgot about me!!
mnislahi:
sooooooooooooooooooooooooooon