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so why is everything i see about love? love is this and soulmates that. hell, it’s even in sex and the city, which is supposed to be about strange, messed up relations. nome sir. it’s about love and it does three things to me: want love, hate love or become as sarcastic as samantha (or more so, sometimes).

right now? i’m sore sore from joey which is the absurd thing. i think the only gay man that i can trust is sean. we were drunk and in a hot tub last night with our underwear on. we took it off to feel the full effect and then i was kissing him. i thought we would just kiss, because earlier we’d played spin the bottle (yes, i know.. but it was fun regardless of the junior high quality). however, he definately got me on top and him inside. it was weird to kiss and fuck like that. esspecially bc we’ve been laughing about it and acting normal.

and weirder? i don’t think he’s cute at all. he acts like a brat sometimes, always wanting to drive jess’ car (while drunk) and always whining about who owen is fucking although owen is straight. if anything, I should be whining to HIM. but, on top of being completely intoxicated, he looked cuter with his hair wet and messed up a little. more.. natural and so upper-crust-preppy-millionaire-marrier.. which will never be my type. ever. but that still doesn’t take away my bruised shins and sore shoulders.

however, none of this matters since i’m going to fail my fucking math test tomorrow. i’ve studied all i can and put the most time possible into it (somewhat forsaking my psych that needs to be studied) and i still can barely start the practice problems before i hit a snag. the class is at 3 and psych is at.. 11. so i’ll cram for math after english at noon, which i still have to read the story for. or i could skip to brush up my math.

regardless of all this other shit, i’m going to order a pizza and watch more sex and the city, hopefully the episodes with mr. big in them <3

tschuss!

~debbi