OMFG

So drunk last night. I would say, No more drinking and posting, but honestly, the alternative is texting/ emailing Ruth a ridiculous bleeding-heart letter that I would immediately regret and then have to avoid chasing with a bunch of, "Actually fuck you, you backstabbing whore!" letters in the sober light of day.

Instead, I wrote it all out and posted it into the void of this blog. Dignity preserved!

Ok, so mostly preserved. I did text Spawnsong something whimsical and romantic about our 'spiritual liaison'. Ugh. I can't even bring myself to read what I wrote. I hadn't seen him in years, since he visited me in Burlington for Valentine's Day weekend, and then last September I visited him in San Francisco on my road trip back from SD. His girlfriend was jealous and they got in a super fight about something unrelated that was annoying and dramatic as all hell. But, I did make out with him and I was looking super hot, and he told me in a romantic-esque way that I was "the sexiest thing he ever saw." Prior to that evening in the Mission, I had actually thought of my entire dignity in that situation being lost on a particular fall weekend in Montreal. So, the fun yet strange-ending evening in SF pretty much had vindicated me, but last night's drunken mess of stupidity dug me back in slightly.

However, he's not physically here in the City of Roses and I don't have to see him again in this life (although I have some inkling that I will, because I'm an idiot). Texting/ emailing someone across town who's in the periphery of your friend group and who you'll be seeing at a party this weekend is a whole different story entirely.

So yeay blog, it's not entirely a waste of time/self-stroking after all.