| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i walked a line straight, but got there too late So not good. You know that the title of this diary is not just a figure of speech for me - a nod to the emo-ness of my heart? Oh no, it is true. So very sad and true. And I'm not being glib. Last night i failed again. Got an invitation to go get my dance on with B*cky and her peeps and what did I do? Backed out at the last moment, claiming "fatigue" and then positioned my sad, solitary ass on the couch and just read all night. And this after crying (literally) last week about how lonely I felt, how my circle of friends has shrunk for one reason or another (moves and babies, life and love, etc. etc).... When a case of the lonelies comes on, I've only got myself to blame. In my defense, however, the book is quite good and I did ask B*cky to meet me for lunch this week. Somehow, chatting over veggie spring rolls seems more do-able than dancing it up to a trendy E1ectroclash band. So sue me. 12:01 pm - 04.19.05
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