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My nickname has fallen to new lows: Adam called me Juicy Gay and I responded. In other news I have backed myself into a corner with a daring-- and potentially great-- purchase that requires a whole lotta sewing. I can't let it win tho, its too embarassing to own unless I fix it. Foley continues to exist in my sphere, despite assurances from Bourne that he would be in New York this summer. That fucking sneaky boy was thisclose to sticking me with a sublet in the same motherfucking house as Mr. Benjamin. Not cool. Luckily for me, Klinger's coke problem convinced me to opt for the expensive but non-awkward place before I even knew Foles was a factor. Somehow I got a job, which starts tomorrow. And I'm gonna take Photo and everything is more or less peachy.
It does occur to me that really unspeakably bad/regrettable (for friendship-ruining reasons) one-time people aside (there have been a grand total of 3... 5 if kiss rape counts), I haven't really, uh... hooked up with anyone. But Foley. For like, 6 months. Oh my god! This shit is serious! Whats wrong with me? It has seriously been 6 months since we first did anything and like... that shit was "over" around March. Hmm. Yeah, clean breaks are really not my thing. But why does HE keep on pulling this shit? Oh wait, thats really obvious. Eh... I guess this is what fuck buddies actually are like. Is it? We weren't even really dating and I'm definitely not throwing myself at him/super into him anymore but on a pretty regular basis things just... occur. I guess he doesnt get much play either. Ha! We're lame...
Still, this is the summer of the great Boyfriend hunt. He is not aiding me in my search. I did get a sweet t-shirt out of the latest mistake, though. He is so not getting that back.
I seem to only know boys here. Which is fine, I like them. I think I sort of burned out on female companionship with the suite. Why know any girls socially? I know like, 2. Keeps shit simple. No stepping on others toes or bitch fights. Just dudes. I have people to call when I need to, like, spill my guts and Drew to discuss couture with. All set. Plus boys give me rides and hold doors and don't make me pay for beer. Yay chivalry!
My hair is too long and I want to go to a damn party! Why does no one do things on weeknights?
It does occur to me that really unspeakably bad/regrettable (for friendship-ruining reasons) one-time people aside (there have been a grand total of 3... 5 if kiss rape counts), I haven't really, uh... hooked up with anyone. But Foley. For like, 6 months. Oh my god! This shit is serious! Whats wrong with me? It has seriously been 6 months since we first did anything and like... that shit was "over" around March. Hmm. Yeah, clean breaks are really not my thing. But why does HE keep on pulling this shit? Oh wait, thats really obvious. Eh... I guess this is what fuck buddies actually are like. Is it? We weren't even really dating and I'm definitely not throwing myself at him/super into him anymore but on a pretty regular basis things just... occur. I guess he doesnt get much play either. Ha! We're lame...
Still, this is the summer of the great Boyfriend hunt. He is not aiding me in my search. I did get a sweet t-shirt out of the latest mistake, though. He is so not getting that back.
I seem to only know boys here. Which is fine, I like them. I think I sort of burned out on female companionship with the suite. Why know any girls socially? I know like, 2. Keeps shit simple. No stepping on others toes or bitch fights. Just dudes. I have people to call when I need to, like, spill my guts and Drew to discuss couture with. All set. Plus boys give me rides and hold doors and don't make me pay for beer. Yay chivalry!
My hair is too long and I want to go to a damn party! Why does no one do things on weeknights?