for the first time in quite a while i am happy. i'm not working, i don't have many friends, i live with my parents, i have a huge scar on my head which limits my choice of hairstyles, i'm listening to the backstreet boys, and yet i am happy. why? i have absolutely no idea.

totally weird.

nah, i think i have an idea as to why i'm happy. on saturday night i went into the city with s and hump and a couple of other guys and it was fun. i have not hung out with them without c present in five years and i didn't realise that they act different towards me when he's around. but saturday night reminded me of why i was friends with them pre-c. even better was that s told me c got really annoyed/jealous when he told him that hump and i would be in the backseat of his car together. why that would bug him i had no idea, until i was reminded of the fact that years ago hump had asked me to have a threesome with him and his girlfriend at the time, i did not take him up on the offer. anyway s kinda pushed c's buttons by saying hump would be drunk and i would be drunk... well you get the idea. thanks s. nothing happened, the hump and i have known eachother since we were ten, it will never happen.

anyway the point of the story is i'm happy. happy to be hanging out with my friends who i've missed so much, happy to be reminded that i am attractive enough to be invited to have a threesome with a very hot couple, happy that the weather is finally getting cold and the leaves are starting to fall.

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