I loath the break-up process.
I need to go out and have fun! Of course, the last big break-up, experienced two summers ago, involved a girl's night out. It was ill-fated from the beginning--tequila does strange and awful things to me. I woke up the next morning after a night of karaoke, drinking and cigarette smoking with a strange number in my phone. According to Miss Mary, I had spent most of the evening spilling my guts to a very attractive, but occupationally challenged young man...and the rest of the night with my tongue down his throat.
I don't want to do that again! Maybe I should go out to a gay club.
Anyway, I am trying to remain positive. Being single means I will have more free time and, thus, more time to concentrate on all my projects.
Who am I kidding? This is still fucking depressing.
