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those were two of the best nights i could have possibly had. very, very good nights indeed. and today was also awesome. i never thought that i would enjoy going to a comic book store, but those people.. well, you all just make me feel wanted. and accepted. which is something i haven't felt in awhile.
the film fest was alright. megz came, and went. where did you go, lady? i thought i would actually get to talk to you for a bit. i was looking forward to it.
the party was.. oh man. how fantastic. cosmos, and talking with awesome people until five in the morning about shit that i can't even remember. and uber-eunuches! and stumbling around drunk.
your friend showed up. i was really shitfaced. i drank a lot before that phone call and a lot after.
and there is a huge part of this i know is all my imagination. because i know you're dealing with your things, and i don't think i'm ready.
but that was the warmest bed to sleep in. and i wouldn't have asked for another one. which is a little strange for me. but i'm not sure what's going on. i could be completely off.
i have so much work to do before tuesday. i'll end up dying. because i'm sitting here talking to marc about how classy the cha-cha is and listening to uncle cracker (.. yeah. shut up). and working on mix cd's that i will never give to people. and..
fuck, i'm going to go read before i pass out.
the film fest was alright. megz came, and went. where did you go, lady? i thought i would actually get to talk to you for a bit. i was looking forward to it.
the party was.. oh man. how fantastic. cosmos, and talking with awesome people until five in the morning about shit that i can't even remember. and uber-eunuches! and stumbling around drunk.
your friend showed up. i was really shitfaced. i drank a lot before that phone call and a lot after.
and there is a huge part of this i know is all my imagination. because i know you're dealing with your things, and i don't think i'm ready.
but that was the warmest bed to sleep in. and i wouldn't have asked for another one. which is a little strange for me. but i'm not sure what's going on. i could be completely off.
i have so much work to do before tuesday. i'll end up dying. because i'm sitting here talking to marc about how classy the cha-cha is and listening to uncle cracker (.. yeah. shut up). and working on mix cd's that i will never give to people. and..
fuck, i'm going to go read before i pass out.