fuck carrabas girl. fuck her boyfriend. fuck whoever else was a lameass last night. fuck the notion that wanted to be friends with someone. so in my drunkenness i tell her that i had a crush on her in HIGH SCHOOL and that’s about it. then introduce myself to the new boyfriend, tell him he’s a lucky guy and she’s a great girl, blah blah….and at first it’s cool, then he starts some shit about “me not stalking her” or something….like wtf? i saw her a couple of times at her restaurant and she DIDN’T have to talk to me there….if there wasn’t a friendly atmosphere then don’t fucking be around. it’s real easy. so i don’t remember all that was said from cockface, but then directly after i remember her telling me something and having a convo like the one i had with her bf hadn’t happened. i dunno if it was an act brought on from the bf or if she brought it up. women are fickle anyway, not worth the time to try to figure out. i DON’T try to have friends. i just have them. if it requires a fucking effort then no thank you. and if it was a bitch about being at the bar, it’s MY bar first fucker, not my fault that people come in there. and i wish i knew who i ran into, some guy that knew me from a long time ago chatted with me, but i cannot remember what he looked like or who it was. i really need to stop the heavy drinking, but it’s a good way to release a few things that needed to be released. i think i said the few words to the few people that i needed to get out, seems that i have a bit more freedom in my throat for now. who knows. fuckers!