"He gossips habitually; he lacks the common wisdom to keep still that deadly enemy of man, his own tongue."
-Mark Twain

I. Am. So. Going. To. Kill. Someone.

WHY!

It was one bag of M&Ms, not a candy heart. The message on the CandyGram wasn't even remotely romantic. "A mad drummer, you are. Completely insane." But suddenly, I do something nice for him and it's bruited about that I'm head-over-heels in love with Alexeystalin again!

The Fiasco was in April.  This is the middle of October. People buy CandyGrams for their friends. I wanted to be kind, considering I haven't talked to him since June. I thought everything would have died down. But noooo, I shoulda known he would make a fuss.

Why do I even bother with Alexey anymore?

Damn him for being such a clever bastard. Damn it for being a status symbol to be seen with him. Damn everyone for tearing down my reputation 'till nothing was left but dust and some little pearls.

I do hope I can get this cleared up.

Anyway, other than that, Knight of Music was really excellent. Middletown had some smexy Cavalier hats, and Keener and Matsy were marching with Sallies.

THE U OF D BAND WAS FREAKIN' HUGE.

300+ MEMBERS.

WHOOOOOAAAAAA.

Red Bank tomorrow, huzzah. No fear of hurtful gossip. I can be safe for a few hours.

I need to talk to Randi and Mike on Monday.

One to set me to rights, and one to philosophisize at me so all this petty gossip  is left far behind.

And now, to bed, before I go into bad metaphors.

'nighty-night.