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The fridge is empty again.  Alex?  It's your turn.  If you make me go shopping again I promise the only thing we will have to eat for the next week will be saltines and ice cream, and I won't even get the kind you like. 

School's started, and it's definitely proving to be a lot more hectic than I thought it was going to be.  The commute to UoT isn't bad, though I admittedly could do without the creepy old men staring at me on the bus.  Most of my time the past couple weeks has been spent either at class or at work.  Or with Jay?  I actually really enjoy spending time with him.  Weird, right.  It's just the sneaking around part that sucks.  I can't stop thinking about how much it would hurt Sean if he knew.  And Alex?  I try not to think so much about what her reaction would be, because it involves me being ripped to shreds.

Sully threw a notoriously sullyesque yacht party yesterday.  It was a nice time, aside from the emotional bomb I had dropped on me by my best friend and the utter skankyness of a select few of the partygoers.

..Oh wait.  That was really all there was to it, wasn't it?  Guess it wasn't such a nice time afterall.  My mistake.  I despise boats.

I don't know what Spin was thinking, trying to have a relationship with her.  It was obvious that she's still into Sully, even before Sean and I caught her practically trying to launch herself into his pants.  Is there something in the London water that just turns people slutty?  She'd better come clean to Spin soon, or I'll do it for her.

I was proud of Sully, though.  He actually did the right thing for once.

Comments

Can we just have a serious, civilized conversation, please? For once? Like... now?
You have more important people than me to be conversing with.
You say you'll ignore Ashley, but you then you act like this. Which is it?
Good luck on your first term.
Thanks.

..How's the, uh, movie thing going?
besties.  oldschool.

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