last night i made an enemy of my best friend's boyfriend's little sister by hooking up with a (beautiful blond) boy that she liked, in her house, although, to be fair, i didn't know that she liked him, which is why i was surprised when her brother came into the room and yelled at us for making her cry. then a bunch of boys spent a while apparently talking about what a whore i am, mostly initiated by her other brother, who had bought me a couple of shots and apparently felt cheated.

as i was coming out of the bedroom, i coolly walked past them all to where a. had passed out on the couch, and tried to wake her up while i listened to them talking about me in the next room. (the blond boy was talking to the little sister. i did not see him again.) i gave up on a., and started speaking in french to the french brother of one of the guys ("mais c'est quoi la probl�me?!"), who also found the whole thing ridiculous. burst into tears about the perpetual sound of my name paired with slut and whore, then went outside for a smoke and tried to leave. blond boy and little sister were sitting on the front steps, so i left through the back, where i promptly fell on the ice in the alley.

i woke up this morning feeling ambivalent about the whole thing; i don't regret it, and i don't think i did anything wrong, but i hate giving those people any reason to talk about me. and i don't really want to be in the same room as the friend's boyfriend's little sister again. i called a. to discuss, and what-do-you-know? she and c. broke up this morning, and hallelujah i never have to see any of those people again.