May 28, 2001

should do laundry, dishes, clean, empty the kitty litterbox... don't feel like it :)

No classes Mondays this semester, which is nice because then my weekend starts at noon on friday and is done at 1 on tuesday.

Nothing on television tho. geeze there's gotta be someone else sitting at home trying to watch the boob tube and avoid doing housework.

Some friends who live awhile away called today (for the fifth time this weekend), but this time to ask if they could come by tonite instead of asking us to go over there. They got a wee bit drunk may 2-4 weekend (which was our holiday weekend, last weekend) and did some interesting things, and matt and I ended up spending the night sitting at the fire by ourselves being ignored because we weren't participating in the drunken half-orgy. Involved 9 of our friends, including 3 I've known since I was little and 1 who is matt's little sister's best friend. One of those times when you really begin to wonder if you even need friends. The weekend was capped off Saturday night when they got drunk and started making out with eachother's partners again until one actually suggested they switch partners for sex and his wife (!) had a fit. Not to mention earlier that night a dog got hit by a truck out on the highway by the house and everyone but the 4 drunkards involved were all sombre and sad. I wouldn't care if I hadn't wasted my fscking holiday weekend being ignored along with my boyfriend just because we didn't feel it was appropriate to make out with our friends' partners. What kind of friends do that to you? A few days later one of the other ones told me "by the way, we decided beforehand we could flirt with other people and that was ok". Apparently that gave them license to make out with other people they've been friends with for years in front of eachother. Anyone else gotta comment on this or am I just fscked up thinking once you get engaged or married to someone you should probably you know, wanna be with that person only for the rest of your life?

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