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 Wednesday, June 05, 2002
( 9:08 AM )
Dear World, BIG BIG DRAMA. Wait, I should back up. I can't believe it's almost Thursday again, the anniversary of the great night when I dragged Damian home. OK first of all we have been fucking pretty much every spare minute we get. He is awesome! He hasn't left my house except for that he had to go to work, as did I. But we have been holing up here the rest of the time. Oh yeah, we had to go shopping for condoms. I should go on the pill or something. I am starting to freak out because my period is slightly late. Slightly like a week? Maybe it's from stress though. OK, the drama. Well it turned out that I had not gotten rid of Pete in the least. He showed up on my doorstep Saturday morning looking like absolute shit. Why the fuck did I ever let him know where I live? He wanted to come in but I wouldn't let him and then he started saying stuff like "Why not? Who else do you have in here?" and then Damian came to the door to see what was going on. That was when Pete totally flipped out and started calling me a ho, and saying he gave me all that coke and I owed him something for it. I said "But I already made out with you! I think YOU owe ME!" and then I realized I had spilled the beans and now Damian knew I made out with this complete dork and this about ruined my reputation with the band, I feared. Anyway I can't get into the whole thing, it's such a long story. It ended up that I guess he was totally coked out. I had to call the police to make them take him away and he got arrested for coke so I think there goes his Med School career, oops! Is that my fault? Did I just ruin someone's life? Sorry... Well that will teach me not to make out with strangers at shows. And perhaps Pete will set an example for doctors everywhere, to not be an asshole because look what might happen. Anyway to sum it all up Damian was a little freaked out because he thought I was a ho. But I convinced him that I never slept with Pete (true) and that it was all kind of a sociological experiment, because I had never been to a wedding at the Claremont before and wasn't it cool that I went and did that? In the end Damian was convinced that I was the coolest most funky daring chick in the world. Yes! He really was! So then I didn't have the heart to tell him about my late period. I think I will wait another week before I mention it. I don't want to think about it right now anyway.

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