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Bah.

Another one bites the dust?

I think I screwed something up.

Perhaps my sordid past. Perhaps my inability to function accurately at social events. Or something entirely different, maybe?

What's wrong with me? Maybe I looked horribly wretched tonight.

Boop boop boop.
I'm sick today.

It's the weekend!

No work until Sunday!

As much brunch as I can handle!

(I am truly excited)

I especially love when dates last from nighttime until 1pm the next day.

I want to take a really long shower and smile and giggle to myself.

And then go have myself another date.

Ahhhh. I love going on dates.
Makes the next day at work exceptionally bearable.

Mmmm. Breakfast food.

Relatively fun night...
Worked till 1am, that always blows.
Jackpot with johnny five
and girlblue was wonderful!
*With the exception, of course, of my asshole ex-boyfriend who acts like a superior jerkoff in front of his friends but then calls me like a pussy nearly every day. A big 'fuck you, Tom'.*

Brunch tomorrow, which you all know, makes me happy!

I feel a wee bit hateful today...
Another wasted evening, sleeping.
And now it's Friday morning. If only I had gone out last night, I may still be sleeping this morning.
Only myself to blame, perhaps.

Or preferrably not: it's not quite fair to conform to others' plans when they'll never do the same for you.
I think I'll take some time off.

Rawwwr.
I'm never sacrificing my fun weekend for another.

Ahhh. Sticky fuzzy Saturday morning.

All that I remember is very good. Very good, indeed.

Let's see how long that remains to be...

Car still okay... phone number not yet utilized. And sleepy.

*Le sigh*

Whoosh, what a night.
Gave 1 phone number, received 2 beers, bought 1 beer, was almost sneak attacked and killed my car.

But my car is alive today! *yay* car!