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So last nighht was definitly an interesting night. I had liz come over after I git off work and we finished off her bvottle of bacardi rather early in the evening. 9 oclock rolls around and I decide to text Jeff to see if he has developed the roll of film that was on his camera because the picture on the film were mostly ones that I had taken, like of me and liz at stinson beach. So he calls me back instead of texting back and asks what I am doing. I tell him just lounging in bed and he asks why I'm in bed so early. I explain that I have had a bit to drink and he says "Well then I guess you comming over to hang out is out of the question?" WHAT THE FUCK. I hate him. He makes me confused. So I say that I'm too drunk to drive which was a lie and hang up the phone. I stay idle for a while and decide that I am just going to go over there just to get some form of closure. So me ansd liz dragged our happy asses to martinez. We get there and he's in his garage. Brandon was there too. He looked crappy. Liz said he looked fat and I thought he looked depressed. He barely said anything the entire time either. It really in all honesty helped to see him kinda shitty. We left after like an hour and I tried to escape without a hug again, but he said wait and got up and gave me a hug. I think I've made up my mind that I will never get back together with him though. Sigh.