I drove home to Houston this weekend and missed yet another sorority semi-formal Saturday. I actually really really wanted to go to this one, but wouldn't have had anyone to take because that guy I'm sleeping with was busy Saturday paying two lesbian strippers to come fuck each other in his living room or something.
Yeah, I don't want to think about it.
So, instead, I ran away to Houston. I met up with some old friends of mine-- Cameron and Steven. Steven is a metrosexual Jewish guy and works as a stand-up comic. Cameron is a communist who hates Greek life and has lived in Germany for the past three years. I think for a while Cameron and I were kindof infatuated with each other. Maybe not, because he's gay or something. I don't want to think about this either.
Cameron, Steven and I drank heavily in my bedroom and made fun of everyone we know until we passed out. Or I guess the passing-out part was just me. I woke up a few hours later shaking almost uncontrollably, terrified by some awful nightmare. I've dreamt the most fucked up things recently.
