I am fucked, but unfortunately, not in a good way
Sunday, Jan. 18, 2004 at 12:56 a.m.
Why is it so hard to remember that a sometimes irritatingly sweet, gay, male friend is better than a psuedo-boyfriend? Especially when said Psuedo won't even give you the ten minutes it would take to reject them.
On the bright side, I got two pair of pants from BCBG tonight. One cost $30! The other cost $75, but is basically comped to my parents as a belated Christmas gift.
Did I mention that I'm drunk?
I'm listening to Zero 7 -- Simple Things
I'm reading Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind by Shunryu Suzuki
I want .... fuck fuck fuck