Time to have fun!
It’s the weekend so let it begin!
That’s the idea anyway. It all depends on the weather and whether (I went there) there are fun things to do. I’m excited to meet up with the posse on Sunday. I really shouldn’t use the word posse, it doesn’t suit me. I like to try these things out occasionally but that one is a no-no.
What a week! (I’m going too far with the exclamation marks aren’t I? I figure third time’s a charm) I single handedly managed to cause epic drama from nothing at a birthday party, and still kinda have the high ground. I really didn’t do anything and it should be noted that even the people involved know this. Women are strange creatures that, frankly, I’ve given up trying to understand. The time has come to admit defeat on this matter. After a couple of drinks things like this matter less which is just as well because that same two drinks enables to me to do more than dribble a sentence in front of them. Having said that, another couple just reinstates the dribble and it’s much less pretty the second time around. Not to say that my bumbling baffoonary is in any way pretty. If anything it’s the opposite but at least I can stand and walk away with my dignity intact.
I have a feeling that more drama may catch up with me but I don’t think I should be too bothered about it. I have no intention of following anything through. Is it legitimate to be jealous of someone even if they know they have no sinister intentions? Is it enough that you just don’t like them? Either way I’m not sure I care any more.
On with Le Weekend!!

There are very few things that make me truly unhappy. Often it’s myself and worrying about things that probably won’t happen, but generally it’s other people and how they affect me. I think part of the problem is that I have no control over the situation but largely it’s because there are people in this world who are just out for themselves and I *keep* giving my time to these idiots.
When is the right time to move on? I don’t just mean from relationships, but for anything. Work, house, car. I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling such a wrench from feeling comfortable. For some, understandably, feeling comfortable is a turn off. It doesn’t exactly turn me on but then if I’m not unhappy in a situation why should I change it? To find happiness? is it fear that stops us? the fear that any change will make will actually make us *less* happy?
