Saturday, October 19, 2002

Realizations:

Karma is not just some made up hooey.

I behaved in a completely shitty manner to a friend of mine on Thursday. Basically, I ended up ditching him. Which wasn't nice. And I felt REALLY guilty about it. Then I went to a club. And got hit on by a very butch lesbian. A very fat, red, spikey haired lesbian. Who offered me some of her beer. Ack. It wasn't very nice.

What goes around, comes around.

And another thing... I've realized what a complete asshole a "friend" of mine is. Now, I knew that he was a jerk. But I didn't understand the extent of his jerkiness until just now. There wasn't a big showdown or catalyst that prompted this revelation. It just finally penetrated my thick skull, after a year and a bit of denying his true nature. It's just kinda... strange.

This weird mood was prompted by the last hour of my life. I had a dream about American Idol... Kelly and Justin et. al. were singing "Murder on the Dance Floor," replete with the line dance from the music video. Scary.