Friends in Unlikely Places

It’s weird . . . .  Where you can find friends.  In an art class, in a gym class, at a youth group, or in a theater group where you meet them years later, and IM them about another . . . friend.  Well, I think he’s a friend.  I don’t know right now . . .

I have no idea what happened.  We were talking, and I was telling him that even though his note didn’t appear on my diary, I put his name down anyway, cuz I knew he wanted to be in it . . .

Then, we were talking, and this other guy IMed me who was also talking to Jason, and Jason had said for the guy to ask me about something, and somehow that turned into “me fighting Jason’s battles” or some such, and everything escalated from there.  I have no idea what happened!

God, what is this??  I mean, yesterday, everything was fine, and now . . . I just don’t understand it, and it’s after two in the morning, and my typing is going down the tubes, and he just unblocked me, so I’m gonna see what I can do here . . . .

God, please let it work.  Please . . .

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