||[Apr. 3rd, 2005|03:06 am]
sorry,i was a little off then:)|
met up on 03/37 with p+s (b/c i'm p's friend). was supposed to be eat with them the next night but flaked out due to previous commitment to mom/brother and my stomach-upsettingness. which was a problem for the rest of the week, in some way or another. although moma and the met were awesome, as was the time i had with my mother. she is insecure, so was i, we clashed at a time when it was not befitting to neither one of us. unlikely though as it was, we pulled through.
eating there, then going to karaoke. the guy who knew japanese, singing songs--tlc, wannadies, avril, alanis. brian mcknight, etc. so much fun, i love the new phases of getting to know someone. there's always that feeling that you're on the same level as them, that you're thinking or feeling on the similar level as them (b/c same is too much to ask), and that it will last. the part about it 'lasting' is a bit too much to ask for, i realize now, but i'm glad i was able to brush it off. met up with p+s again, at this nifty place at st. marks. with its own smoking veranda/area, cordoned off with painted murals and a broken tv. taking pictures and trading stories. only i was so reluctant to trade mine--perhaps i haven't shaken them off my shoulders, as i act like. either i need lessons in acting better or to get rid of this -problem altogether. sitting there in that small restaurant. laughing nervously, but still so (--ooooooo happily). P* telling me of his time with s* (they were on some sort of a break (i've never had one, i wouldn't know)), and congregating in front of the sketchy hotel. trading prices (total=$110, but the asking price: $40, $50, %55??), then the conclusion because s* was still sorry to p*. P* covering his ears while s* told his story about falling in love with p* to me. so sweet, they seem so good together--would i have thought that had i not self-consciously distanced myself from those two before? C* BEING THE CUNT!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH. short laughter i might as well milk it out while i can. p* the nigger, s* the fag, me the bitch (or yo* bitch had i been more sober), and him as the CUNT.
fun times, the hugs with s* and p* in front of union square then the parting.