i believe that my friend Cassandra got married this afternoon. i wasn’t actually invited, which of course is a little bit weird for me, but considering the weird tension we’ve always seemed to have, especially under the influence of alcohol (a fact i cannot stress enough & which in fact gives me loads of stress, all things considered), i figured that reception would equal alcohol, which would equal her and me being drunk at the same time and in the same place, which would also very possibly equal multiple (well-deserved, i might add) black eyes for yours truly. the thing now, however, is that i do not know if i should ever see her again at all. i’d love to, because i love her to pieces (she’s really a terrific chick), but i’ve been sort of blowing her off for months now, and i kind of think that it might just be a better idea to maintain that like some weird contra-satisfaction fix.
read this post by my friend, who is a deva.
