i'm pissed off at will, so i came home to my roommate and good friend, jill. and i drank the heineken that i bought for him last nite, because he doesn't deserve it right now. and i overloaded on carbs, but it's ok, because he's an asshole probably fucking a stripper with his dope-fiend cousin right now. jill and i are watching season 2 of sex in the city right now, which is one of the only things that is making me feel better.

i hate him, but i don't.

we're not in a relationship, so i shouldn't be pissed. but i can't help it. i want him here right now, i want to go to sleep next to him, i want to sleep with him. and he's not here. he would be if he was my boyfriend, but oh well, he's not. he's with a whore and an addict.

fabulous.