They Pray And Pray On My Downfall

So last night was a narrowly avoided fiasco. Still all good tho. This chick Brook - man ya wanna talk about spoilage. I wanna say that that nigga Glen is a friggin hero to put up with that shit in the interests of friendship. Makes me guilty - Thas a good friend right there.

She was just on all this pointless bossy shit, and then was trying to get us out to this wack bar. Now mind you wen she started wanting to go to the bar everybody else was just kinda burnt - we needed some time to sober up or get down. At the end she apparently ended up going with Glen to yet another bar. Shady tho, cuz i found where her supposedly best friend was chilling tonite, Christina, and she didn't wanna go there - guess deep down she kno's who don't like her, even if she talks a good game.

Ok, so about being a good friend. I don't owe this girl shit - I've known her for a minute, but she's still just a trick. Completely expendable. However, I should start being nicer to Heather. Its unfair for me to dip out just cuz things get tough. With all the shady people out there, i suppose you gotta take care of the ones who generally have your best interests at heart, even if they have a bad time putting them into effect.

So this Lisa chick is great. No complaints. I've found myself lookin for flaws - well alternately while looking real hard not to find flaws. Perhaps they aint even there. Really doesn't matter. I like this trajectory right now - im down for coasting to wotever. Its all good. I have such a horrible weakness for island women....