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red bull at 7am. probably not a good idea, but no coffee around. the weather is pretty fucking gloomy right now. i apprciate it. i slept for over 12 hours off and on and now must find my way somehow to the city. meaning, muster up the god damn will. I hope G is feeling a bit better so we can go out tonight. a client of ours suggested a lounge in midtown (gah) and i hope it is still on. this client dude is a good friend of G and i felt a spark of evil danger in him last time we did a hang (a month ago?) since he wanted to cross lines with me. which was not fine two weeks in this THING. I hope he has his amex on him tonight.
must get myself over to PennStation afterwards to pick up M and maybe have some dinner. it is a glorious feeling to know she is here for a bit longer than a day or two. i think i have to apologize to her because she is the one i tend to hurt the most. always. i'll probably say something really bad this weekend anyway.
i told V that i need to pull back a little on tommy2tone. but, i think i was lying because i woke up with a headache and no plans and felt a little cloudy. as long as my hair doesnt start falling out, i really could give a shit at this point. i didnt eat anything all day on the 3rd. proceeded to drink two or three energy drinks and contiuned the night with beer and other. at midnight my stomach began to kill. it seems like V knows every damn bartender in the damn city. kitchen was closed, but food was still made 4 me thanks maybe to V. i left him a fucking 20 tip since he charged us 30 for 8 hours of drinking and food. it was an important night to just keep forgetting in honor of Jim.
C wants to hang out this weekend. i dont know why i have been avoiding it. i miss our hangs and retardedness. maybe im ashamed. MS called on the 3rd again, but this time i just missed the call. i have to get right with her at some point soon.
this morning i figured out that 'pumpkin' sounds like what love feels like 2 me. ive always been so fucking addicted to love.
must get myself over to PennStation afterwards to pick up M and maybe have some dinner. it is a glorious feeling to know she is here for a bit longer than a day or two. i think i have to apologize to her because she is the one i tend to hurt the most. always. i'll probably say something really bad this weekend anyway.
i told V that i need to pull back a little on tommy2tone. but, i think i was lying because i woke up with a headache and no plans and felt a little cloudy. as long as my hair doesnt start falling out, i really could give a shit at this point. i didnt eat anything all day on the 3rd. proceeded to drink two or three energy drinks and contiuned the night with beer and other. at midnight my stomach began to kill. it seems like V knows every damn bartender in the damn city. kitchen was closed, but food was still made 4 me thanks maybe to V. i left him a fucking 20 tip since he charged us 30 for 8 hours of drinking and food. it was an important night to just keep forgetting in honor of Jim.
C wants to hang out this weekend. i dont know why i have been avoiding it. i miss our hangs and retardedness. maybe im ashamed. MS called on the 3rd again, but this time i just missed the call. i have to get right with her at some point soon.
this morning i figured out that 'pumpkin' sounds like what love feels like 2 me. ive always been so fucking addicted to love.