heheh... Yeah, I'm a pimp...

Man... if seeing SoulSucker get hurt again and again and again weren't enough to bring a giant smile to my face... what happened the other night surely was. So, Wednesday I get this frantic IM... "[Lio] please call me when you get this" Well, I got home, looked at the message said "F her.", and then promptly settled down to read the first issue of Dark Knight II, a fabulous read by the way. I finished and due to my own morbid curiousity I decided to call SoulSucker. She was crying... my lips shaped into the most delightful little grin. "Boo hoo, [Random Frat Asshole] broke up with me. He says he doesn't love me." I wanted to tell her that that's what happens when you're a frat mattress, but restraint got the better of me. "[Lio], I haven't been to class in the last few weeks, do you think we could study together, please I'll buy you dinner." Part of me wanted to tell her to get fucked, but the other part was hungry so I accepted.

It was obvious that this silly cooze was just trying to use the feelings I once had for her to get something from me, but I felt kinda bad for her. So, Thursday came and we wound up going to The Deli, a rather nice restaurant, Caniprokis, Pappy and Wilson might remember it, We ate there the night they picked me up from Penn State. Anyhoo, we exchanged some notes I ate a beautiful reubin sandwich, with a delightful slice of oreo cheesecake afterwards. Then, just after dinner, after she's paid the bill, I say "You know what, this studying in pairs thing isn't going to work out for me." She was like "Ok, Good luck on the test." And we went our seperate ways.

Hehe... that felt good.