One more party and then I call it quits...
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Y'know, there was this huge long entry planned out, involving plans for tomorrow (a Lit Crit group, dinner and/or bar-hopping, whatever) but some arse had to go jogging my memory.

I didn't ask for those memories. I don't WANT those memories.

What I want is a stiff drink, a few little white dreamscapes, and something to make this all go the FUCK away. I don't like being the gatekeeper or the door guard, I don't like being the one who cleans up after other peoples' shit, I don't like being the one who has to straighten out this mess EVERY damn time some idiot shoves the awareness of just how badly life is fucked up in our face.

I don't need this kind of shit.

But then again, at least in my opinion, I don't need ANY of this, and it's still here... gotta love karma, right? Karma is a bitch and when I get my claws on her... *growls softly*

And it's amazing how many people who know zip about me don't bother asking. Or don't notice that it's me, not her. Or... ehh. Or a lot of things. Fuck 'em.

~I~ know what I'll be doing, come next month. *slight smile*

I'll be partying.

The last one I'll have for a long time, I suspect.

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