Yesterday I was flirting a little with Mr. Big (ha was also flirting), and he just said like 'wait. I can't. I have a boyfriend'. The good side is he's feeling guilty, what means that he actually thought something may happen. The bad side is that 1. I don't wanna be a boyfriend thief, and 2. I know he's too good to cheat on his boyfriend. So yeah, I'm kind of down.

The upside to being down this very week, is that from tomorrow on, I'll have 10 free days. Yeah. 10 glorious days with no responsibility. So, and in order to cure my blues, I've planned 8 days of pure clubbing. Yeah!
I'm gonna go clubbin' 7 nights on a row. No time for hangover, just paaaaaaartying.
No, I'm not alcoholic. But I love clubbin. Is like I can just be free, and nothing wants anything from me except having a lot of fun. I can stop worrying about everything for a few hours, and I can have pure, perfect fun.
I can't wait for Friday. Seriously, I can't. I may even try and go to a very gay (and very cool and upscale) disco. I've been told music is great, and guys are hot.

And, perhaps, and if I'm lucky, Mr. Big's relationship will be over soon (in good terms, no cheating, just a relationship fading to black), and I'll get a text telling me to call him. I'll call him and he'll ask me for coffee. I'll meet him for coffee, and he'll say he likes me, again, and I'll tell him I also like him *Sigh*.