breakups

are pretty much always shitty, but it especially sucks when they happen to those you love, ie. your best friend. and tho you are always there for one another when times get rough, etc, etc, it is a true test of love when the inferred best friend calls you up at your bedtime when you've just returned home from a romantic dinner with your girlfriend and are planning on doing a little sumthin, not to mention that you are in your pj's (or partially out of them) and wearing your geeky glasses, and pretty much looking like poop. worse still that the location of your meeting is a VERY gay boy, well maybe we'll say gay manly bar that of course on this wednesday night is unbelievably packed with cruising daddies eagerly buying $1 buds/bud lights.
so anyways. just let it be known that i love my friends and will, apparently, do just about anything for them.
it has been a strange week here at the lounge and today ms j is out sick. this makes nasty sad because the lounge just isnt the same without her and she really didnt look too good yesterday along with the fever and the droopy eyes. d-man is back which is a good thing but i dont get to see him all day since he's downstairs.
and today is my um, month-i-versary, or something. 4 mohths, which isnt a lot or anything to write about but its on my mind so you should know.
i think im addicted to the post.
when i dont include it in my daily routine, i feel incomplete. its like the shot of tequila before getting a tattoo in mexico, the line of coke before going onstage with an arena rock band, or the bowl smoked before a final at umass amherst. point is, i need my post, and sad to admit, but i kinda need page six too.
how depressing it is to become on of the "suits".