:: Closing Time ::

:: Friday, January 31, 2003 ::

So yeah. The best blogs are drunk blogs, especially the ones you've been meaning to make for a while. And that would have been true (and may still be from a blog standpoint), except I just came back to see Dana kissing some guy goodnight.

Man, does that piss me off. No. It upsets me, that was the wrong choice of words.

How does an Angel fall from grace? When you come back... and she's not your angel anymore, she's somebody else's. God fucking damnit.

I meant to blog about my italian class. About the cool people in it, Liz, and Daphne, and Courtney, and Sara, and even a couple of cool guys. But.

This just fucking ruined it. I had an -ok- night - I met a few hot girls but they were all Trizz's friends, so they weren't fucking interested in anything. Which sucked. Tomorrow I've got an invite to a party on mt. vernon with a couple of girls which should be off the hook - but I may not even get to go, who knows. The girls who invited me were cute. But they weren't Dana.

Man, fuck the world. I'm gonna go get a drink of water. Sorta because Dana's by the water fountain.

This fucking sucks.
:: Peter 2:31 AM [+] ::
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