Oh God....
I should be shot.
No, seriously, I should be shot.
So......last night.....I just hope to God that the reason I haven't gotten an email from Timbuctoo today is NOT because he is fighting with his gf but because he's massively hungover and still in bed. I HOPE.
So, I knew he was gonna be out last night. He told me he was. And so I saw him. And didn't really talk to him until after his gf left. And then I convinced his friend to come to where we were going. And they did. And then we went with them to the bar they went to after that, where their colleagues were.
And dear God, we weren't very subtle. And honestly, I think I was scheming to bring him home before I even got to the first pub. Sad. What is wrong with me?
Anyway, I'm going to stop seeing him at all. And if I can't leave, I'm not drinking. ....but it may be too late.
No, seriously, I should be shot.
So......last night.....I just hope to God that the reason I haven't gotten an email from Timbuctoo today is NOT because he is fighting with his gf but because he's massively hungover and still in bed. I HOPE.
So, I knew he was gonna be out last night. He told me he was. And so I saw him. And didn't really talk to him until after his gf left. And then I convinced his friend to come to where we were going. And they did. And then we went with them to the bar they went to after that, where their colleagues were.
And dear God, we weren't very subtle. And honestly, I think I was scheming to bring him home before I even got to the first pub. Sad. What is wrong with me?
Anyway, I'm going to stop seeing him at all. And if I can't leave, I'm not drinking. ....but it may be too late.
posted by Camel at 4:34 p.m.
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