doll adores someone

I ran into Diana tonight. And Tina, and Stacey, and (shit I forgot Stacey’s little sister’s name, but her — oh!) Melissa, but I ran into Diana singular tonight.

Talked about old times, told her I got drunk last week (for the first time) (of course) and, not to make a big thing out of nothing (but hell, I will) we hugged 3 times. (Altogether.)

That means nothing really. Maybe we’ll hang again (hopefully), maybe not (hopefully not), but it was a good day overall anyway, good enough to write in my diary about (I never write anymore ‘cause I’m always at someone else’s house, always doing something) and the stuff in the parenthesis, if you can’t tell yet, are just my thoughts.

(Just my thoughts.)

So. Yeah.

Well. I don’t know. (Boy, did she look pretty. I hope I’m not just embarrassing myself if she reads this, but fuck it.)

(Butt fuck it. Heh. Huh…)

Bad joke, okay. I will give you that.

Diana. Yeah, Diana.