10.20.03 :: 9:19 am

Ruby's party rocked and there are pictures, but I'm so exhausted right now. Later. I promise.

I went on a date with the boy I gave the wrong number to back in July and it went pretty okay, I suppose. We saw Kill Bill and then ate gyros.

A thoroughly, pleasantly benign experience.

Of course, my mind attaches itself to my (ex) boy and his siliconed whore. Of course.

I know that one day none of it will matter, but I'd really fucking appreciate if it didn't matter right fucking now.

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