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Going to a movie with the enemy August 31, 2002 - 5:37 PM
I am so screwed. Half an hour ago, while I was innocently watching an E! True Hollywood Story,
the phone rang. This in and of itself is not unusual. The caller, however, was
not anyone I was expecting. Me: Hello? Then I hung up. And promptly began freaking out. Why did I do that? Why did
I say yes? Oh my God. I vowed not to forgive her for what
she did to Sonia. I was--am--so mad at her. I haven't called or e-mailed
her for well over a month. I thought we both had an unspoken agreement that
we're not friends anymore. At least I was aware of the agreement! Apparently
she isn't. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. If Sonia finds out about this, she's going
to take it as a sign of betrayal. Dammit. I know what Freud would tell me. He'd tell me that I feel guilty. You see,
I actually had a dream about Ophelia a couple nights ago. Ophelia was trying
to talk to me, and I just pushed past her without acknowledging her words. All
of a sudden our friend Leigh was there, demanding that I explain why I was treating
Ophelia so badly. I tried to explain that what she did was unforgivable, that
I'm sick of her. I don't remember Leigh's reaction. I only know that my subconscious
feels guilty about dismissing Ophelia. It's pretty funny that my brain would
send Leigh in as the Voice of Morality. She was always such a kleptomaniac and
pothead. (Apparently she has cleaned up her act after joining the Air Force.
Who knows?) Despite this, I'm still feeling physically ill. I don't like Ophelia. I don't
like Buffy. I don't want to sit through Triple X again. Dammit. Life - July 12, 2004 Plan Backfires - May 06, 2004 The Past Returns - March 11, 2004 More Trickery and Disappointment - February 04, 2004 Wednesday morning - January 21, 2004 |
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