An incrediblystupid night. Sometimes one does all the "wrong" things, in order not to get laid, (or at least make out with someone.) Whatever. It's no big deal, and rejection is something of a staple in my diet. She said no, and I was barely dissapointed. I listened to a female friend complain about her Portland boyfriend, (who is, indeed, a tool and a mooch), and I hope he rots. I mean, I like him, but he can be a real bastard.
dia:
Now I've NOT read Pale Fire. Nor do I own it. Add to list.