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my older brothers b-day today, went over to his girlfriends house for dinner and wine, it's funny, i've only known her for like three months and she's already become a good friend, that bastard better not fuck anything up with her cause she's a sweetheart

didn't realize till i got home that this was the first birthday i've spent with him in something like 13 years. he moved out when he was 18 to join the marines and has been living in cali since then, actually he was still living part time there when i moved into his house in phoenix

been doing laundry and cleaning up the room, listening to a weakerthans live show. i had a master plan to swill martinis and watch a movie tonight but i got home with vodka and olives only to discover that the bottle of vermouth i was sure was in the pantry was merely a figment of my imagination

on the ride home tonight i got to thinking about this girl i dated way back when and for the life of me i couldn't remember her name (yes i felt bad but come on, it was 11 years ago), got home and took out an old journal to refresh my addled brain and ended up reading through a bunch of stuff, i so used to be a good little journaler, every freaking day i'd write detailed insightful entries on my life. for shame, i've slipped somewhere along the way, gotta get back into the habit, think tomorrow i'll go and get a journal and a good pen, i totally wanted to just sit and read through old entries, which made me want that damn bottle of vermouth even more, but instead i continued cleaning, a monumental task

talked to little brother last night, he's leaving minneapolis for phoenix on the 27th, i'm so damn excited, we lived together for a year before i moved here, he's my best friend, i can't wait for him to get here

brother wants me to go to a party tomorrow night with him and his girl, it sounds like fun but i feel like i'm the third wheel, the sympathy invite since i don't really know anyone in town very well, we'll see