A Tree Grows in Brooklyn for Sunday, February 18, 2007

I just got off the phone with my mom. Our conversation lasted about 25 minutes, and she kept talking about M--not something I wanted to get into. I've been kind of incommunicado with her recently, with everything that's been going on; she keeps leaving my voicemail messages, saying things such as, "I need to know that you're not injecting heroin or hooking up with random people." Her messages can become quite funny. Apparently, she was up all night last night worrying about me, waking up at 3 am... Sign in to see full entry.

I went out with my roommate and two of his other friends, who we'd been with, albeit briefly, the night before. We went to a bar on 14th street that gives you free pizza with your drinks. J immediately hit it off with two girls over a computer game in the bar we were in, and I heard later that he hooked up with one of them. What can you say, it's J. I thought he was dating another girl, but apparently not. In any case, there are probably hazards that come with dating a guy like that. R, W, and I... Sign in to see full entry.