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he-whose-name-we-do-not-mention-here has been on multiple dates/excursions/what-have-you's with he-whose-name-deserves-no-mention-here. over beers and fries with malt vinegar plus sandwich, he-whose-name-we-do-not-mention-here kept talking about how much he likes the other guy. and i drank my beer a tad faster than usual.

at some point i said, "i want you to be happy; i just don't want you to be happy with him," in an offbeat way--the sort wherein one can avoid creating offense by insisting it was said with element of humour.

but it's the truth.

i may not have anyone to talk to, he may have heard this from the horse's mouth, but still... there are just some things that time can't buy [and for everything else, there exists no mastercard]. i've decided upon which kanji shall be the tattoo i get in his honour, i just need to find it in a non-pay kanji-lexicon... : "defeat."

but anyway. it wasn't nearly as bad as i've made it out to be, 'twasn't bad at all. 'twasn't emmaculate, either though.

hmmm. this wasn't well thought out at all. scattered. useless. frustrating. cryptic. etc. et al. ibid.

thank god i've taped the season premiere of charmed.