WHAT A CRAZY FUCKING WEEKEND. . .

Let's see. . . Friday night, I had plans with Manuel, when lo and behold, I found out he has a boyfriend. Grr. . . well, the boyfriend seemed nice, at least. Whatever.

Saturday, I helped my high school friend Stephanie move, then showed up to see an ok Rhythm & Blues band, drank some free beer (a payment for helping her move). I left Dogtown around 11:30 or so to go to Magnolia's to celebrate my friend Jill's 23rd birthday. And of course, despite all this, I made it home by around 1:30 or so.

Sunday was pretty much a boring day, but the weekend ended on a good note. For one, I got to talk to one of my online buddies, Alex, who I hadn't talked to since Christmastime. Warmed my cockles, cause I'd actually missed talking to him, and he came to the chat room to search me down. Hopefully, when he gets back from Chicago, we'll be able to hang out and have a good ol' time.

In other news, I'm also talking to a law student at Wash U, and an econ & soc major from SLU. (Of course, that lil' bitch keeps mocking my bisexuality. So much, that he just calls me, "B" ... lol) So, as usual, I have possibilities even in the midst of shocking news.

Ok, time to shower, and read, and go to class. We're going to a jazz concert tonight, so I'll give you the 411 when I get back. And maybe, just maybe, I'll do the new monday mission for ya.