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Jesus H. Christ- I went to the most amazing party EVER last night. It was out in Brooklyn and the manager of my restaurant makes the flyers for the party, so we got to cut the line that was like a mile long and walk in for free. There must have been about 3,000 people at this place. It was this giant warehouse in the middle of fucking nowhere and it was circus themed! They had this crazy marching band that was playing like dance music and they had acrobats and all kinds of shit. I drank alot, smoked alot, ate a few pot brownies and just danced myself into oblivion. Two downers of the night: #1 I had to be at work at 9 AM [I left the party around 5:30, got home an hour later and have been like a zombie the rest of today]. #2 My ex, the one who I bumped into during Pride, was there. Fucking awkward. Again. Made me feel a little upset and I'm tempted to send her an email, but I probably shouldn't.

I've been kinda down lately. Little things keep getting to me and I just want to have someone to spill it all out to, but everytime I do, I don't feel any better. Ah... I don't know. At least I had fun last night, right? Shouldn't complain.