dear life,

when did my life turn into one messed-up episode of 90210? a week ago today i was going out for restaurant week with a college friend, working on deadlines and preparing my apartment for a group of visitors. the visitors included: a best friend from college, her boyfriend, my ex boy/hookup/whatever, his old roommate and another friend. i must admit that i was a little nervous having the ex boy/hookup at my apartment- but, i figured i'd just make the best of it.

then, during a friday night drunken bathroom confessional at a seedy adam's morgan bar... "best friend" tells me that she slept with my ex boy/hookup one night. it gets better... her boyfriend is the ex boy's best friend. oh... and did i mention- the three of them live together? recipe for success i must say.

how exactly was i supposed to react to this news? she knew how this guy broke my heart, she has a boyfriend, the boys are/were best friends... and we still had 2 more days of this fun filled vacation together. now i'm picking up the pieces, re-examining that entire "friendship" and stuck in that horrible position where i know something that her current boyfriend doesn't.

a week ago my biggest issue was whether or not the orange line would get me back in time to make my shuttle. now i have to decide what to do with this "friendship" and wait for the bomb to drop on their relationship.

wtf, mate.
l.c.