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Was that a date? No, I don't think so.

Last night I went out with Hipster, Hipster's Best Friend, and Hipster's Girlfriend. Knowing Hipster like I do, I think it was likely that I was invited along to be H.B.F.'s surrogate date of a sort -- you know, keep things in balance, boy girl boy girl -- but H.B.F. (who, by the way, is in desperate need of a better nickname than "Hipster's Best Friend") didn't really seem all that into me -- or certainly not more into me than, say, Hipster's Girlfriend.

So I drank too much and got maudlin (on the inside, at any rate) and now I'm awake, preparing for work, and hungover as fuck. Good times. Not.

However, overall, it was a great two days off. Not only did I spend time with them, but I spent Friday night at Monica's house (drinking vodka and talking about fucking boys with a strap-on), and I had a delightful lunch yesterday with unixd0rk (it was, we were told, a "meeting of the minds.") I want to write about these things, but for now, I feel like I've been kicked in the head, so that's going to have to wait.

OK, shower time.


Feb. 21st, 2005 04:39 am (UTC)
By the way, did I ever tell you that Hipster tried to get me to pimp you out to Zocks? Yes, yes, yes. Hipster once sent me an email which basically said "I'm staying with my girlfriend, but Zocks could used a girlfriend -- think anjeelou would be into him?"

What I said was "I am NOT anjeelou's pimp." What I thought (but did not say) was "... and hey -- I'm a girl too, you know. How come no one ever seems to remember that I'm a girl?"
Feb. 21st, 2005 02:46 pm (UTC)
That's it. I wasn't going to say anything to him about the fact that he's a total ass, but now there is a a nasty email in the works just as soon as I can find time for something like that. What a fucker, I mean really.

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