hrm. spent tonight hanging out with my new friend click. hung out at the regan years and played some 80's video games, got some jamba juice and we came back to my pad to watch "snatch" on dvd. about a half an hour thru [maybe more like fourty-five minutes] "snatch" click said she was feeling tired and should get back home.
i hope she was actually feeling tired instead of just saying that so she could go home because i suck or whatever. yeah. i've got a esteem issue right now. i can deal. i am, after all, a big boy. even if i do live at home with my parents... and even if that makes me feel like a huge honkin' loser.
i have felt worse.