October 9/10/11, 1999

Three days worth of journal entries on one page. That goes to show just how exciting my weekend was.
Actually, it wasn't all that bad. I was pretty social, to be honest. We'll begin at the beginning, okay? Don't like it? Tough noogies.
So. Friday. What happened on Friday....? Oh yes. That was a semi-shitty day for me. On thursday, Bill's girlfriend had emailed me, basically trying to clear the air between us. She did a little more clearing than was needed, (but, no big surprise there since she's not looking at things in perspective and is still convinced that I want to take up residence somewhere in Bill's pants.) So naturally, I wrote back to her. And I told her all of the concerns I have about their relationship. Basically, it comes down to this: Against my better judgement, I am removing this part from the journal at Bill's request. Had I known he wouldn't want me to post the information I had here previously, I wouldn't have, but he waited a few days before telling me he wanted it changed. Normally, I don't edit my thoughts for anyone, but because he is a good friend and I hold him in high regard, I'm sorry folks, but you're going to have to leave this part up to your imagination.. So friday, he tells me that she doesn't want him talking to me anymore. She doesn't trust me. Whoop-de-fucking-doo. What this tells me is not that she doesn't trust ME, but that she doesn't trust HIM. Because frankly, if you think about it, if you have enough confidence and trust in your mate, you aren't going to feel threatened by anyone else that they're involved with. It's obvious to me that she's reading into things way too much, she doesn't understand the kind of person that I am, and she can't handle other women showing an interest in her boyfriend, even if it's only platonic. Fortunately, he's smart enough to not allow this to ruin our friendship and he told her he needs space. That's the last I heard, and I told him I felt bad, like I felt totally responsible, and I didn't want to cause all this stress. But he thanked me for bringing stuff that was always under the surface out into the open. So even though I feel bad about being the cause of their fighting, I guess I indirectly did a good deed. At any rate, people wonder why I'm a female mysoginist. Gee, I fucking wonder? Maybe it's because women have selfishness and manipulation ingrained in their DNA? I dunno. Anyway, I'm sick to death of this whole situation, and I'd really like for it all to come to an end, at least on my part. Of course if Bill is having problems and he needs someone to talk to, I'll totally be there for him, but I really don't want to be involved in this fight between them anymore. She has no reason to be jealous of me. I'm a good 2000 miles away, for crying out loud. And maybe I come off like some kind of ravenous slut because I'm a flirt and I'm affectionate towards my friends, but you know, I don't have the time or patience for people getting pissy because they misinterpret who I am. So again, i'm putting this baby to bed.  Too much drama, and I have enough shit in my life to worry about.
On to Friday night. Elyse and I decide to go see Luscious Jackson at the Birch Hill. We get there, it's not crowded, the opening act (Ben lee) sucks. I wasn't in the mood for a concert. I was bored, i was restless. We left before LJ came on and we went to Delilah's (Our favorite strip club). What a waste. I swear, in the 2 hours we were there, maybe 5 girls danced for us. I came to the conclusion that if you don't come with a man, you don't get to see any ass close up. Period.  We left, unsatisfied, and went to denny's, our usual hangout. I didn't get home until 3 am, so I was wasted at work on Saturday. I went home, napped, and then got ready to go be social again. Judd is leaving for a year to teach conversational english in Japan, so we took him to Rascal's comedy club as a kind of goodbye gesture. It was pretty cool; Emo Phillips was the headliner. Dude is whacked, and mad funny. I'm not sure what was funnier; him or the looks on the faces of the very conservative crowd there that evening. :)
Today, I worked, I went to the mall to get Liam a Halloween costume (the cutest Pooh outfit you ever fucking saw), and I indulged on myself as well. Got some stickers for the car, A "Porn Star" t shirt for 10 bucks (I am such a bargain shopper...), and a little whip, actual leather, at the costume store, for 6 bucks. That made my day. :) I picked up Elyse around 9:30, and we couldn't think of anything to do, so we rode around for a couple hours. We went to this dude's house so she could pick something up, and she ran in and was going to come back out. So I was waiting in the car, and this old guy comes out, shining a flashlight on me. He took down my license plate number. I was pissed off and nervous. I wasn't doing anything wrong, but man, i hate cops. Turns out he does that to everyone who goes there, so apparently, I needn't worry.  After that, i just dropped Elyse off and came home, and now, here I am. Exiting, eh? Drama, adventure, sleepiness, and entertainment. What a weekend!