I like going out with my roomates.

I went out with all the guys tonight. Three men. Three men and me. What a fucking combination.

Hanging out with guys isn't so bad. It's so much different than hanging with girls. I guess 'cause when the talk goes to sex, I have something to feel insecure about. The stuff they complain about, is my vagina like that? If so, should I be concerned? It's also great to be able to comment on cum and get such an amusing reaction, instead of a nod of agreement. Fantastic, guys are.

Not fantastic? Tempers. Driving to the bar and wanting to drive home. Drunk. Me convincing the sensible guy when the other two are out smoking that we should all take a cab. He has no money? Fuck that, I'll pay. I'd rather be alive and know I didn't kill anyone. That's just me, but whatever. As for the car? Pick it up the in the morning.

Car owner comes back. Gets into a fight over something or other. And drives home.

One of them doesn't think it's so bad. Me and the other? We worry. Him not as much as me because apparently this isn't so abnormal.

Tell me it's not something to worry about when you don't know someone who's been killed by a drunk driver. When you don't know a few people who have been killed by drunk drivers on separate occasions. Then fucking tell me it's not a big deal.

I don't understand what makes people think they're invincible. Like they are immune to the dangers the rest of us mere mortals suffer from on a daily basis.

I'd like to extend my middle finger at them and tell them t o fuck off.

Right after I know they're alive and haven't hurt anyone, that is.

...

Midterm? Went okay. I think.

Shouldn't have gone out drinking with the guys. Should have worked on one of the two essays that are due on Monday which I won't have much time for over the weekend because of training at the sexual assault support centre. But, meh. I'll work on the outline tomorrow? :/ On my 6 hours of sleeep it'll be...

Oh, I love drinking.

xxx

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