See, Anne and I were just going to go, then we realized that all the strip clubs here require you to have a man escort you. That fucking sucks in my opinion.

But we should be going next week. Hopefully, since my birthday is next Thursday.

Saw Jonathan's roommate's girlfriend tonight. She asked if I'd talked to Jonathan. I said not since I stayed there a few weeks ago. She said he lost his cell phone and that's probably why he hadn't called. I wonder if that's true and if it is, I hope he's been wanting to call me, and if he isn't an ass then I hope he didn't get my message. I'll find out for sure tomorrow. I've devised a plan. Basically to call from a pay phone and see what happens. Mean and tricky and a little psycho, but that's ok. I've no shame admitting it. I wanna know. I figure if he answers, then I'll know. If it just goes into his voicemail, then I'll have to give him the benefit of the doubt. Eh... whatever though. I think I'm kinda over him.

So, Brandon's not fired from the bar. He was just suspended" last weekend. Saw him last night and tipped him $10 for Friday night. I wanted to say, "I love you sweet boy and want to take care of you forever, won't you love me in return and hold me and hug me and be there for me," but I just smiled.

I'll never put myself on the line again.

Found some pictures of me me on my brother's band's website. Probably post them and a few more tomorrow.

For now, I want to sleep and dream and forget the world.