When I am missing you to death... I really miss mr. Pink. I went out and got drunk with WestJet tonight for some extremely explicable reason. I feel like shit right now (ie- I have the spins and am listing to the right, heavily) and will probably go to bed soon, but god I miss the boy right now. I just wish that I could fall asleep next to him, even if he wasn't going to be there in the morning. I just want him near me. Why is it always me that gets into these fucking long-distance relationships? Am I some sort of freaking awful sadist or something? Why can't I just be with someone who I can always see for once?
I miss him, and I want him here right now.

So yeah, a little intoxicated right now, which was incredibly unwise. I have extra money, and I go and blow it because I feel miniscule amounts of guilt for a friend whom I'm trying to estrange. Go figure. Perhaps things go down easier with a little tequila. However, from here on out, I shall learn the meaning of "NO."

I should be sleeping, but I just can't bear to drag myself off yet. Classes were good today, but somewhat unproductive. My English 314 prof likes to dance little irish jigs around himself, which is frustrating. And I can't gather up the gumption to speak up in Marginal Lit, which I oh-so-cleverly announced in front of a classmate of said class today, while he smirked in a niche of the Humanities hallway. Fucking brilliant, wot.

What a fucking useless day, full of fricatives and expletives. I'm never drinking again, so help me one-faith-or-another.
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