4:47 p.m. ||March 19, 2006
In Da Club
I went out with the gals Friday night for St. Pat's day. I had a really good time. I was at the office until 7:30, so I just met K, S and T for dinner and drinks. I didn't have much to eat though, was more consumed with using the calories for beer. The place was so packed and they had a band, but they weren't that great. We decided to bail and go to this club we used to haunt back in the day. The girls' had their club attire on but I was wearing jeans and a baggy sweater. I didn't really care. I got my ass on the dance floor and boogied with the best of them. The funny thing is I could have cared less about talking/dancing/making out with any guys. About 3 years ago my night would be horrible if I didn't talk to anyone but now I could give a shit. It was more about having fun with my friends. I never really get to see them now that they have kids. I usually talk to K once a week and see her once every two weeks but I never see S and T. So the moral of the story is I didn't need a man to make my night- which is damn good. I am getting a lot of bites on myspace from guys. Whatever, I am not reading into it. I just would like to make some more friends. I still haven't heard from MD. I hope the bastard feel like an ass for the way he treated me. What a schmuck. He's still my damn myspace friend too.
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