uhh...

well, i'm just gonna not beat around the bush and get right down to business.

last nite, i went out to this bar [think it was called the new wave cafe?] with a shitload of people i used to work with. along with said shitload were these two guys, dan and john. dan is the boyfriend of someone i used to work with. john is dan's friend and the drummer in dan's band. kristin did too many shots of j�ger followed by too much guiness aaand ended up going home with john. yeah.

i don't know, it's not a big deal. i didn't really have sex with him, but... ya know. after drinking that much and then smoking two bowls things tend to happen. so. that's that.

i'm not even all that attracted to him that much, and i really am not trying to start something with him - which is kinda the impression he left me with when he dropped me off at jeff's this morning. i kinda feel bad, but he's 26 and a guy, so he shouldn't be expecting too much out of that.

i don't know. never left with a guy before. feels weird.

mom and dad are pissed because i didn't come home last nite. mom's even more pissed since i refuse to acknowledge the large gruesome hickey on my neck.

what the fuck ever. i'm young.