Saturday Dec 06, 2003

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man. Fucked up weekend. Talking to a friend via aim about how much we love Scotch. Went out, bought some Glendfiddich.

Ended up telling him that I made out with his life's love about five years ago. I thought he knew. She never told him. He was a little fucked up hearing about this... Not even drinking. I feel like such an asshole. He says it's ok, he's fine, he still loves me, but, man, I didn't want to hurt him. Not like this.

I am Fortinbras. Fuck me.
sloane1:
It was five years ago. Something in the so distant past doesn't mean much - I mean, you were just kids, and she's responsible too. Hell, maybe he was drunk too and won't remember?

Sorry you had such a sucky night.
scylla:
That page had scary MIDI encoding!

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