black is how i feel on the inside

Not a good night. Not a good week, really.

I am _really_ irritated with someone I believed to be a mature, intelligent friend having treated me in a way that is at the most immature and tacky. I shall take this up with him in about 48 hours, when I'm calm enough to be civil to him.

Primary's brother took her to a strip joint and bought her four lapdances. More sex than I've had in an age or two, and she could care less.

Many other snide, snotty, pissy things I can't put into words.

I want to not want, need, like people right now. At all.

Greentara (yes, I already forgot how to do that), I'm still working on your interview. Haven't forgotten you.