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Fuck. What did I do. Fuck

Way to be eloquent, Eli.

Got the job at the Pink Pony.

OOC: An excerpt from a restaurant guide has been stuck between the pages. (This is a real restaurant!)
Arty, boho and very friendly cafe/restaurant with great coffee and fabulous breakfasts. The staff are laid back, the old chairs comfy, and it's a great place to sit back and watch the Lower East Side go by. There's also a large back room used for poetry readings and film screenings.


After, I was supposed to meet Jack at DnAs. And I did. But he'd met someone before that. And from the look of it, he'd known her for awhile - it was that bitch who spilled her drink on me in the Den the other day. No wonder Jack wanted to let her pay for my new dress.

I feel so shallow.

If he wanted to leave me, why didn't he just say? And why now? Why not the other day when I apologized for being a bitch ever since the C

But I fucked up. I went to Lachlan's. I should have gone to Oli's, but...god, I dunno. Maybe it's the voice. But he made me feel better, I guess, but today I feel like shit. Scotch. And...well, more Scotch inside me. It's good he has a hearty constitution, the combination of alcohol and...well, me, might not have gone over well.

The locks are changed. My super is amazing. I think I'll make him cookies.

Am I cursed to only be able to be with men who can handle their substances? If Jack and Lachlan are an accurate sample, I'm scre Lachlan is a nice guy.

This was my fault. But it doesn't matter, now that Jack has someone else. Cass just can't find out.