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Open wound, now add salt Feeling: self-deprecating What to say? I have been talked into throwing a Last Gasp of Summer party on Friday, short notice and all, and I am inviting all my friends and watching the fireworks as the various factions set up camp. Bri is already refusing to attend, even though it was Geoff's idea to have the party, so I can't bloody well un-invite him. Also, like a true masochist, I am inviting girl acquaintances of mine that I know he will flirt with, simply because every single one of my crushes for the past three years has fallen for one or more of these girls, without fail. He will flirt, and I will hate it, and be forced to admit that I was a passing amusement, and maybe I'll be wiser with my next choice of infatuation. Friday will be interesting. I, for one, intend to get very, very drunk. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |