I almost updated this sucker drunk on Saturday night, but, even though I had a great time, I suspected that if I tried this drunk, I'd get all maudlin, and by maudlin, I mean nobody loves me, everybody hates me, sitting in the garden eating worms yum yum.
So, now I'm sober.

First things first: apparently the mean thing was the whole "don't think I'll be doing that again" issue. I apparently misunderstood. It's not that he never wants to talk to me again, it's something else. Well, I don't think reacting to that, even under false information, could be construed as mean. I still have too much love? lust? respect? codependency? whatever it is to ever say mean things about him. Or at least not really mean...<G>

This weekend was fun, but sucked big floppy donkey dick on the financial side of it. Bartended my ass off for four nights in a row, and I barely have enough money for smokes. Sucks to be me.

I worked an early shift on Saturday so that I could play with ___. who came out just for fun. We got super loaded and played and laughed and danced. It was so fun. I can't believe ___ played Hazel Dean and Rick Astley. How messed up is that?  ___ was working the shooter bar, and I think I kept him busy. It was all about sex on the beach, which kinda tastes nasty, but he didn't have the fixin's for Blanche up there, so I had to make do.  I ordered a scotch from ___ downstairs--what the hell was I thinking? I don't drink scotch. Just having a ___ moment, I guess. I mean, we look so much alike and all, that I was sure if I was drinking scotch, people would think I was him HA HA

I got the sweetest letter from ___ that night. Totally full of more insight into his character, which only ___ hates (see Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose) I love that shit! Contrary to popular belief, my box is not a member of psychic friends! If you don't tell me, I don't have a clue. I am totally retarded when it comes to motivation. In real life, anyway. Apparently, when I write, I am spot on. Or so I've heard. Oh, by the by, hi ___, if you're reading this.

___ is probably a subject for another entry. Although I could tell you something about my hair that would set your teeth on edge at this point. Am I being too vague? On purpose? You bet your sweet ass. Who knows who reads this shit! Hell, even ___ dropped by for a visit, apparently. Who knew?

Not so much else this week. Lotsa new quotes, and all that happy crappy, plus wanna finish my Vacation series, so gonna sign off for now. Wow, this was like a semi-normal kinda entry wasn't it. Don't get too excited, I'm sure it won't last.

Last thought, this one for ___: 7 times, and I'd do it again right now if I wasn't typing!