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Sunday, January 09, 2005

I can't even describe last night. All I can say this morning is "NO MORE"
We've vowed to write a set of rules that we must abide by from now on when we go out. Things are always great at the bar, it's when we leave that things go terribly terribly awry. We realized today that both of us being single is WAY more trouble than we know how to handle. Before at least one of us had a man to keep them grounded. Now that we're both unattached, Damn world, you better look out. It all starts off so innocently and then the old men keep buyin ya beer, then some hot guy that you've yet to mark of your list walks in and it all goes to hell in a hand basket. I've yet to figure out why it is that Jess and I loose all logic where certain men are concerned. I miss the stability of a relationship. There is something very comforting about going home with the same person and waking up next to them instead of waking up thinking "holy shit, where the hell am I and who the hell is he" of course I wasn't the one thinking that this morning thank God. My exact thoughts were Jesus Christ why in the hell was I taking shots of whisky and am I still drunk?

♥Oh, so vintage... 3:09 PM


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