20 April 2002 - 1:30 a.m.

are M*A*S*H and getting wasted. So we played S*M*A*S*H. WOO!!!!!

The ex is here, and apparently he reads my diary. So he's been hitting on me less. Oh. The. Humanity.

Or not.

I'm kind of drunk but not very, so I can type quite well but really I am so hung up on how terribly clever I am. Except I'm not clever. Because I'm drunk. See the circular logic at work? It's whack.

What I'm wearing:

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What I'm doing after this: