Well, Halloween is a time where the college plays trick or treat, where you draw someone's name out of a hat and then you draw trick or treat. I drew the DOSL's name and had this great trick planned where I was going to go to the hospital, call his phone and tell him to come there right away for one reason or another, and wait outside with his treats. The stupid people who THOUGHT of the trick told him when I left because they didn't want to hurt his feelings. What the feck. So I went, got wasted, did some stuff, saw him on the way back, acted highly flirty, then wrote a letter today playing off the flirty-ness as MPD. There were notes from Bridgette, the girl who was being flirty, Jjang, who was disgusted with what she did and gave him alcohol, and Mirabella, the child personality who doesn't know why they think bad tasting drinks and hugs make people feel better and got him chocolate. Then there was my part saying I don't know why they wanted to do this, but we all agree, trick or treat and happy Halloween! Then I signed all four names and left it for him.

The person who had me did a really shit joke. It was in bad taste, bad timing, and just really... bad. You don't post a suicide thing on the Internet and have your mother send a pseudo-guilt email about it. It was really awful because of some stuff that happened in the past with me that I'm pretty sure he knew about. So I still haven't talked to him, still won't, and he's blocked on most of my names for things because if he tries to talk to me I'm afraid I'll just punch the shit out of him till I'm satisfied, which might not be till I break his face in.

It sucks because I really want McDonald's too... Damnit.

Going to take a shower now.