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Now where was I?

Mildly eventful week. D (not that D, the other one) and B are on a break. This means the horrible battle for which one I know belong to has begun. I think she gets the dog and he gets me.

Thus, D wanted me to accompany him on a night ofhow should I saynegotiable affection. (See my previous post on skanky clubs.) We had a good time, but not a good time. If you can figure that out you get a prize.

Anyways, on our way home, D checked his messages and found out that B had been calling for five hours. It seems she was quite cross with us (yes, us) for not having our phones on in case we had to go pick her up. Inexplicably, D has this weird guilt trip ever since. Ahhhh, angst, what would I do without you? Gah, I hate being in one camp or another between people I like.

As you can probably notice, I dont really like putting my friends names on my journal. I dont know, it just feels weird. Its not like I think anything horrendous will happen, but its weird without their permission for me. I cant just casually drop into a conversation, Oh, by the way, I write about you in an online journal on this porn site I like. Tre awkward.

Little else is going on. I started reading High Fidelity by Nick Hornby. This one line has really hit me hard. The protagonist, newly single idly wonders why he believes getting a girlfriend will solve all the problems in his life. I guess that put something in perspective for me. Yeah, Im this creepy, lonely single guy, but would I be happy as a creepy guy in a relationship? I always say that Im going to make significant lifestyle changesabout everything, my weight, my relationships, my workbut I rarely follow through.

Stupid existential crises. Im not even going to put in the really neurotic one.

Good newsoh! I had Independence Day off! I love not working weekends. All right, I did nothing special, but doing nothing special is a step up for me, today.