last night was fucked. I figured I'd be spending the evening by myself or the new girl im interested in and I get home and my friends are waiting to get the drink on. I didn't really want to but I did anyways. So rather than submit to drinking at my apartment I convinced them otherwise and we went to John's place. So we are over there, they eat the snack I had brought and when it came time to ordering the pizza I was busy on the phone with my ex with I haven't talked to in at least a week. She went on about she was wrong and wasn't herself blah blah blah. I really didn't need that shit at that point, I told her she'd be okay and she can call me anytime if she needs to talk but that's all. The evening proceeded with them not saving me any pizza and Andy following me home to smoke up with me. I didn't really want to share the weed cuz Andy is a bit of a freeloader and I know he'd never do the same for me. So I tripped like a motha fucka which I totally didn't want to do to be honest with all these things on my mind. Life's a bitch at times. Hey this is my first diary entry...w00t!