No Worries, sweetz not coming to Bali with us
i woke up today feeling incredibly fucked. first of all: late for work. second of all: the phone conversation i had with sweetz last night is affecting me like a nasty hangover. there were some things i shouldn't have said lar and it got him all upset and well... you know. not that i regret what i said. just that i could have made it a little easier for him to take it in. and last night i was bloody blunt about some things lar. so this morning, i feel truly fucked. which is actually not all that bad, only that it magnifies the fact that i'm still alone and nowhere in the 'love' deparment. geez, my e-mail account lasts longer than any of my flings, man. that should have been the ultimate wake-up call but i guess i'm too thick to notice. so, frens, we can safely conclude that i am my own whore.