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You know those friends who, with the best of intentions, make you feel like you're a worthless sack of shit?

Yeah.

Michaela and I are now two-for-two on fights on the way home from dance party night at the Jinx. This one ended particularly badly. She just cannot comprehend who I am and what is important to me (Necessary: creativity, freedom, love, culture, arts. Unnecessary: marriage, lots of money, children, popular approval), and it's like talking to my parents. Except half the time, my parents are less judgmental and more approving of my impractical but self-actualizing decisions.

The music at the Jinx, as always, was fucking rad, and I got a total crush on this girl who was the cutest, sexiest dancer I've ever seen. She looked like Eliza Dushku from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but with a belly. She was far hotter than any of the skinny bitches in the room worrying about how they looked, though. She could dance, roll her hips, shake her hair, and everyone in that bar wanted to take that girl home. Fuck yeah, lady.

I am so bloody tired and have to be at work at 7 AM. Eff saturdays.