R2D2, get your vibrating shocker pole off me, you little midget!

Hm. things happen sometimes.

So i was sitting at the 24 hour St*rbucks in Denver, drinking, laughing, and Mr. TDH says he got laid in the past week.. by a regular. Hm. (naturally this crushes Mr.Nice Guy, but i think he sent a pretty clear message.) Interesting.

Then i notice that there is a man with this albino-looking girl, giving us [me] these very intersting (shit eating) looks, and naturally i assume it's some straight guy being an asshole.

WRONG.

about 1/2 an hour later, he gets up to leave, and comes over to me, and asks me if i'm Matty.
Of course i am.

then with a sneer, he says to me," Oh. Well tell Brady I say Hi."
As I try to fathom who this random (and clearly str8 acting homosexual) i ask him who he is.
He looks at me, and runs away.


.. should i be suspicous of this? I mean, he did break up with me, but it makes me wonder:
Was he cheating on me before he broke up with me? And if he was, does that mean I am inadequite? .. Did he ever love me at all?

Which leads to the question:
Does love exist? Am i wasting my time trying to feel something?

Wow. things really progress when you talk to your friends.
and the fact that Mr.[NOT SO] Perfectisn't even talking to me right now makes it even worse.

Goddamn it. maybe ill just go back to drugs and fucking everything with a cock.

I'll just clip my emotions
Matty B.