July 14, 2003 - 10:15 a.m.

Quite the weekend. Had a party at Liz's house on Saturday night. T was there, and so was my best friend. I thought it would be a good idea (at the time) to drink watermelon pucker directly from the bottle and not share. Oops. Ended up doing a (rehearsed prior) choreographed (in very eighth grade manner) dance with Liz and best friend to Annie Lennox's "No More I Love You's". It was fucking hysterical. And fortunately, not many people paid much attention to our public display of drunkeness.

On Sunday I went to T's house as planned and we had a nice day. We watched "The Usual Suspects" and "Goodfellas". And he made me dinner. It was very sweet.

He kissed me five times. And it was not the nauseating "shove your tongue down her throat" kisses. Just very sweet little kisses.

I am going to invite him to spend this Saturday night here.

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