I hung out with some friends tonight. I met them at the local pool hall around 11pm. I wasn’t the only one there who didn’t play pool. Seems everyone just wanted somewhere out of the the rain to hang out. Lisa seemed to know everybody there, so they didn’t really care when Clay and Nick started wrestling or that we were twice as loud as any other group in there.

Since I moved home a month or so ago, I’ve gotten back in touch with lots of friends from highschool. I enjoy hanging out with many of them. Most notably, Clay and Lisa. Clay almost got married just recently. I’m glad he broke it off with the uber-controlling bitch. It had been months since we hung out. I remember the last night we hung out too. I remember hearing him yell into the phone “I’m not going to stop hanging out with my friends for you.” I remember that that was the last time I saw him for a long time.

I think as long as women are the ones with the breasts, they will always have control over man. That may have something to do with the rising concern over obesity lately. The women realize that their quality of life will be jepordized if they give up the monopoly on boobs.

Clay brought up an interesting point tonight. I don’t hang out with Kristen and my other friends often enough. Partially because of the hours we keep. Kristen goes to bed early and most of my friends are busy until late. The other reason is, when I can make time to be with Kristen, I selfishly want to keep her all to myself. Our days together feel all to short, but shorter still when my attention is as divided as it is in a large social gathering. I really would enjoy it if she came out with me more often. She is, after all, my very best friend.