My LJ has some unexpected readers.
So. I had a conversation with Charlene today. That was interesting. Apparently all consumption of alcohol is equal in the eyes of the Alcoholic God, or something. She thought I was twelve stepping, like I need a higher power to do my dirty work for me. I thought she knew me better, but apparently I'm just some guy now.
The thing here, though, is that her mom still reads my livejournal, and tells Kate, for instance, certain circumstances surrounding a phone booth at Vassar. Sorry, but the name Charlene was leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I actually like the Colbert Report. Anyway.
Susie, you need to stop. If Kate wanted to read my livejournal, she's more than capable. I'm just some guy to her now. Apparently it's awkward. Find something else to feed your OCD. You, Mike and Willow are lovely people, but you can't be parts of my life anymore. That's just the way it works out, sorry. And considering the role you played in mine and Kate's break-up, I'd say I'm probably better off anyway.
Ugh. Who'd've thought after all this time, after being treated so shittily and abandoned and forgotten about I'd manage to scrape up some emotion for this girl besides bitterness and loathing.