Yowsers, I have totally torpedoed one of my closest friendships here and it is nothing new. Look at the comments section in my last entry. Do I ever have friendships that don't end in a dramatic fashion. Leslie beating me with a guitar. Nora. Sarah. Niki and that car incident. And now Gregg with me trying to make out with him and a sort of war of words. It feels normal and I know that is not a good thing, but whatever. I have even been unMySpaced.

In good news, Matthew gave me his old phone and so now I am no longer phoneless and that is awesome.

I am going to read letters Lord Chesterfield wrote to his son a couple centuries ago on how to become a distinguished gentleman.