so um i went to a hiphop show at the middle east tonight and ran into one of the mike’s, drug dealer dude from the port and a relatively cute dude that i’m pretty sure used to work at harvard. AND spent some fun times in allston rock city with jetta.
all in all, a good evening, ya heard.
but then i got home. and not only is my roommate cracktacular, but the rockstar was online. and he fuckin’ went and totally destroyed my entire fucking mood.
rockstar [1:15:22 AM]: i went out with jetta last night
pineapple [1:15:29 AM]: you did??
rockstar [1:15:51 AM]: ya we went to spice then ben and jerrys
pineapple [1:15:54 AM]: cool
pineapple [1:15:57 AM]: i went out with jetta tonight, we went to the middle east
rockstar [1:16:50 AM]: cool
pineapple [1:22:27 AM]: so i thought you didn’t have time for anything but studying and work
rockstar [1:23:29 AM]: i saw her on my way home
so i know it’s irrational and fucked up and retarded but like, for some reason this really got to me. because he can’t spare five fucking seconds for me when HE’S the one insisting we ‘have to talk’ and then…wtf.
and jetta didn’t tell me.
i feel like ass warmed over. it sucks.
i have a bottle of jack with my name on it…i think i’m going to go finish it now.
