Monday, July 11, 2005

On Friday night, Ben and I went to one of his friend's house. She is cool shit. And I've met her before and liked her then, but for some reason didn't really want to see her again. Prolly cause I'm anti-social by nature. Anyway, we'll call her Denim.

It was fun. Strange, as she asked for advice/an opinion right away. But that's alright. I'm a know-it-all anyway. There is also some plans for a "camping" weekend. Denim, Ben and another fella grew up together on the same street and try to get together once a year for a camping trip/party. It didn't happen last year. This year Denim wants to go to her family's cabin up north somewhere. All I know is it's on a lake with a bunch of bedrooms, a boat and a cleaning service. Hor-fuckin-Ray.

I suffered one of the worst cases of PMS of my life last night, I was so crabby. It's amazing that people put up with me. I believe I told Ben to "fuck off" while at my parent's house. You just don't tell me to calm down when I'm pissed off.

Or expect me not to get pissed off when you ask me to throw down cash on food, ignore what I wanted to order and then don't save any for me anyway. My family is so rude sometimes.

But sure, I could see I was in an unreasonably bad mood and tried hard to cheer up. So when Ben and I went to dinner, I did. He's just such a cutie, how could I not?

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