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So basically I post here because I know that basically only Kristin Kat and Felicia read this. And I must say, you are definately the longest known, not to mention the most awesome of, my friends. If anyone I don't know reads this, my apologies. But I am pretty sure it is just the three of you. Sooo, I had one beer and somehow got buzzed, but I guess that's what happens when you haven't eaten since noon and thought chugging it would be the best way to get over the taste. Brenda learned a lesson today that we don't get overly excited when a boy calls us pretty...because if that boy is Nicholas he is just looking for sex. I will say that I did not sleep with him, but also that I am no longer interested in him by any stretch of the imagination, and I am glad he was clear about this before I invested any more time and/or emotions. My lips are actually numb. From the beer, not from pleasuring a douchebag. I will look so hot tomorrow when I go to work, but beyond that, the search for Mr. Right will continue. I am definately kind of saddened, I thought he was a nice guy. But I am greatful for that tiny window that provided a glimpse of the person I was really talking to, and I feel like I just saved myself from many a month of frustration and possibly heartache. In any case, thank you three for listening, I love you guys so much.