the end?

i didn't get any work done, i did watch con air, and spent the evening talking to j-girl.

all the talking was great, until the last part of the last conversation. it should have been apparent that the last half a week or so everything with her has been just dandy. but last night she reverted back to how it was before, and said things that i didn't really pay attention to until after i'd left the apartment to go to the lizard.

the whole walk i thought about it, and by the time i'd gotten there not only was i in a foul mood - which hasn't really lifted, in spite of a fun party and way too much alcohol - but i've decided that i'm calling it all off. i don't need to be treated like a plaything. plenty of fish in the sea, and i'm not exactly desperate or undesirable.

glimpses from the party:

• dead sexy girls
• the barman trying really hard to help some guy who had too much to drink, who then proceeded to chuck like a firehose all over the place
• talking to the mongoose's boss, seeing two of him, while being offered serious work - which i declined in what i hope was a graceful manner

i've just gotten home, wasted, and am off to bed. tomorrow will be filled with work, and the unpleasant feeling that goes with telling an otherwise great (and dead sexy) girl to get stuffed.