Went to the gay bar last night, i think it's my new haven. No matter how jumbled my mind is, i step out on that dance floor and everything is left behind.

Made out with a couple of chicks. Turns out i'm a graverobber. Hot blonde was 37. My clue to not drink so much.

S. has a date this coming week. Even though i broke up with him, i'm kind of annoyed. How in the hell does he end up going on a date before me? But better it happen this way then to have him upset to see me go on one.

1:50 p.m. - 2007-10-21