2006-01-13 - Friday (the 13th)
I threw a party at my pad to prepare for Philter. I cooked up a few vials of ketamine to save for Saturday. I ate mushrooms and ecstasy. This was my first time hippie-flipping and my expectations were high. I wasn't let down in the least. My mind and body soared to an alternate realm of existence. I felt like a marshmellow, melting into position rather than walking. I spent a lot of time pretending I didn't have lower extremities-pulling myself around with my arms.
Sometime in the dark of night, Ashlie texted me. I invited her over and she agreed. I wasn't sure what to expect. It turned out well. We weren't able to find much time alone, but we managed. She looked absolutely amazing. She had lost a lot of weight, and had come to some personal revelations that enabled us to speak on a more even level. It was so nice to see her again, but at the same time it was difficult. She said she wanted to be friends. I supposed that meant she was no longer interested in trying to preserve the idea of romance. Time to move on.
Sometime in the dark of night, Ashlie texted me. I invited her over and she agreed. I wasn't sure what to expect. It turned out well. We weren't able to find much time alone, but we managed. She looked absolutely amazing. She had lost a lot of weight, and had come to some personal revelations that enabled us to speak on a more even level. It was so nice to see her again, but at the same time it was difficult. She said she wanted to be friends. I supposed that meant she was no longer interested in trying to preserve the idea of romance. Time to move on.