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I have hereby decided that I am indeed Damned if I do, and Damned if I don't. See, I got this problem. This problem is DAMN fine too. Every time I'm around her, she mentions her BF less and less and less, and is getting friendlier and friendlier. Hell, she sat on my lap holding my hand all night, or else was playing with my ponytail while we danced, which was a LOT more often than last week, which was more often than the week before. See, I been doing Karaoke at the bar in the hotel downtown, and I invited her one night to give her a chance to get out and do something, and now it's become something of a ritual. It was me and Greg going, then she got in on it.

Damnit

Damnit

DAMNIT!

I am NOT going to be the other man. I do NOT wish them to break up. I do NOT want her to offer it to me, because as much as I wanna say I'd turn her down.

I know I won't.

I'm pondering this whole Seppuku thing. I mean, it'd save me a shitload of trouble. Of course, then, who knows, might miss something important.

So I find myself in the same old mess, singing drunken lullabies.

I suppose that pretty much still leaves me fucked, right and proper. I can't exactly just say "Hell with ya." cause, well, for one, I genuinely like her company, flirtiness and friendliness aside. She's a VERY dear, sweet girl, rather kindhearted. So, there is my situation.

Bushido, must think Bushido.