Man, oh, man...

May 13, 2004 02:04

What a screwed up night.

Something inside told me to just go home after seeing Melissa. I should have listened to that something. Intuition, why do I underestimate you so? While I did manage to come to terms with some things, I have a lot running through my head right now.

So, what the hell happened? Well, the last time I ventured out to a certain nightclub in Bradenton, I had a frightful encounter with a coworker of mine. This time, it was essentially the same...only much worse. And with somebody else. So now, there are two chicks I have to avoid. More drama I don't need, but I'm not gonna sweat it. It's not worth the strain or turmoil, this I have decided.

But, I figured out why my coworker doesn't dig my girlfriend. Pretty much confirmed my terrifying assumptions.

More later, I need sleep now.

Melissa, I am and have been thinking of you incessantly. There are things I wish I could just say to you when we're in the same room, but then I lose my voice and my mind fizzles. I'll write you more about it later, I promise.
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