Truth will out.

I have one last bone to pick. I've realized, over the last day or two, that there was a reason, throughout the length of my last relationship, that I kept a journal as extensively as I did. It was to remind me, someday, of what I had fought my way through in the pursuit of a girl I fell for harder, and worked for harder, than any other girl I had ever known. At the end, my girlfriend explained ...

13:20 Hubba Hubba last night was epic WIN. It was epic FAIL. it was epic WINFAIL. And my hangover AWSOME. # 15:16 Time for a disco nap before tonight's sea of awesomeness. # 18:49 Tonight just became a lot less awesome. I just lost The Girl. # 19:52 Hangover being slowly defeated with salsa and margaritas at La Pinata in Alameda, then off to the Rat Fights at Nimby. # ...

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