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• Dec. 31, 2001

   

  I feel like crapola, still. Really really don't want to do anything,
  but Tom won't go out if I don't, and then he'll be a penis about it.
  So we will go to Jaime & Kathleen's lame New Years Eve thing and it
  will suck and then I will have to drive us home. "Oh, wah, we never
  get to see Jaime & Kathleen, we haven't seen them in such a loooong
  time, wah wah." Not like Jaime wasn't playing the Sky Lounge on the
  28th and doesn't play Rover's every month, or anything. It's not like
  you couldn't see him any old time you wanted to if you'd get off your
  lazy ass and make some effort. Fuck.
  
  Well, every time I (singular) go out with them, they pester 'wheres
  tom wheres tom wheres tom" so I am sick of that and I won't bother
  going out with them ever again, unless Tom's there. Heaven fucking
  forbid that I have my own car, my own job, my own money, and can go
  places my own self.
  
  So...fuck it. I will go out even tho I don't want to because it's
  better than watching Tom whine/mope/carry on. Maybe I can be sick
  enough that we can leave early. If I spin it like "Oh, we can get out
  of this party early so you and Max can go get a beer". Yeah, that
  might work.
  
  Tom says he hates being manipulated but he gets so fucking babyish
  whiney when I just say up front that I don't wanna do what he wants
  to do and why doesn't he just go by himself? No, honesty never
  fucking works. EVER.