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Sunday, October 24, 2004

 
Really, everything these days gets documented. Even when you're not there to talk about your being a dumbass, someone else is:
Monday, I spent QT with my dear Steven, even playing bystander to his relationship drama. Further proof that even "dating" is for the birds, kids. I also made the mistake of taking him out Tuesday night to meet up with Jenny, open bar, and new drinks in radioactively glowing green cups (Everglo, folks. It's aight.) and then forgot the cardinal rule of getting a heartbroken friend drunk: put their drunk ass to bed so they can't cause any more damage. Ah well.
Some other people could be blogging some far more revealing exchanges about all this. Getting drunk in the midst of a dwindling relationship really is a pisser. It is only by the sake of the charity of others that I stand before you a man with dignity.