grrr

I’m home from New Year’s Eve festivities–why stay? The five people I went with are going and the “jewish” guy I thought I was making a connection with was making a not so jewish attempt on my good friend. Even with “the twins” in pretty serious action.

If you have a super jewish name and a super jewish face, dont’ talk to the girl named Leah who is wearing a Star of David. Just DON’T EVEN TALK TO HER. Please, for my sake, don’t.

So it is now 1:17 and I’m done with new years. I spent way more than I want to admit on dinner and on my blouse. Now I’m going to go to bed and wait for… who knows what.