i i i don't even know where to start.

crazy fun at lia's party. i have sore muscles from dancing. everyone was fabulous. laughed a lot, cried a little, love everyone there. well, most of them, haha.

shit happened with don. i said some things, he said nothing. same old story. i can't write about it, because, besides from thoroughly disgusting me, i'm just so tired of it. i won't dignify it with words. i won't dignify him with words.

i'm nauseated by the masochistic relationship i have with him.

meghan and jackie and rachel were really wonderful, what with letting me talk and bitch outside. and chris was nice, too. really was.

i showed chris my nipple piercing that nite. wee. he's just chris now, and nothing more. strange.

as wyatt said, "last night was interesting turmoil of everyone liking someone else."

well, i'm exhausted. it's been a taxing weekend, at the very least. ta.