Diana's Diarya vault of venting anda mausoleum of musings (not to mention, an abode of alliteration)
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2001-10-29 - 6:34 p.m. Thinking Without Your HeadHave you ever been to a party that was so excruciatingly boring that the only options were to either (A) get completely smashed, or (B) go home? Saturday night, I chose (A). My, oh my. Highlight of the evening: Creepy guy asks me to meet him in the bathroom for sex. Keep in mind, I was really gone. He handed me a beer, told me to follow him into the bathroom in a couple of minutes, and walked off. As he was closing the bathroom door, my alcohol-soaked brain finally made the connection as to what he wanted, and I started laughing uncontrollably. Ladybug came over and asked why I was laughing. I told her. Ten minutes later, the guy came out of the bathroom looking for me. He saw me dancing with some other people, gave me a really nasty look, and left. Honey, I was drunk, but I don't think I would ever be that drunk. Men are silly. Or stupid. One of those. I also think I went off on a tirade about Ex at one point, because I have a vague memory of JB telling me, "That's between you and him, leave me out of it, I'm friends with you both." I wish I remember exactly what I said, but I don't. Dammit. I really don't need anything I said while drunk getting back to Ex. And for the record, this is the part where I make reference to any entry which has ever mentioned the Willow-Mil-JB triangle, and point out what a flaming hypocrite JB is. Apparently Ex is coming home again in November. Actually, he gets in here the day after I get back from Japan. The only reason I know this is that I was sent into JB's room for CD's at one point, and I saw his flight schedule laying on her desk. I don't need this. At all. And for the record, I think I'm getting over my crush on My Engineer. He's actually kind of clueless, and not in a good way. Clueless like Moron-Boy (another engineer). I leave for Japan on Friday. Then, I'm gone for eight days. I don't know if I'll have another chance to write here before I leave, so if it seems like I'm gone for a while...well, it's because I'm going to be gone for a while. Have a lovely...something or other. - Diana, signing off �
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