  I am moderately hung over. And it's raining men. This blog is like a bad friend: I trust it and tell it absolutely everything, then it goes off and blabs it all to everyone.
So someone heard me up there. I had a fantastic night! The Rosicrucianism thing didn't happen; too bad, but I drank with Pete, Kali and Paul for bit instead. They fully invaded my pesonal space by looking at my porn, art that I modelled nude for, and trying to get to my blog to read shit (it's really my fault I do those things and normally I don't care...it's just the way they went about looking at it that got me).
That's why some info and posts have changed...it was too explicit! Now I don't care who reads this thing. It's already caused me enough trouble so I'm keeping it cleaner and less in-depth from now on. Then I beat up Pete. He used to be able to kick my ass but now I'm stronger. Then we went to Gusto. I recommend the Tartini. Mmmmm Chambord! Afterward, we went to Mybar and that was fun. My house represented at foos...I am the BEST on D when I'm drunk.
Then Tyler and I played pool; I represented at that too. Oh man I was on fire. Anyway, we talked for the whole time about my man problems, which he doesn't understand because according to him I'm 'perfect'. Tyler's not so bad himself; he's pretty much my ideal. Anyhow he said he'd had the hots for me since 1st year...ditto; vice versa. Fuck I'm an idiot. I should have just gone for him like I wanted to and ignored Pete. Anyhow, what does it matter, because he's taken. Fuck, Pete, why did you keep us from getting together? Arrrgh. Anyway, he walked me home and we had a good chat about art.
I've never seen anything he's done - what a shame. I'll have to take him up on that. Maybe....oh nevermind. In other news, tonight is the BSC fundraiser and I'll be drinking again. Maybe I can make it 2 awesome nights in a row? We'll see. I like the way things are going right now. Except for Lavalife.
I wish I was getting any mail at all. 
