A lot of thoughts after a long nite

So a friend of mine's boyfriend was caught cheating on her tonight. She and I are not as close friends as we could be but, alas, it was put upon me to carry the burden of making things okay because other people have to work in the morning.

So I did what every good friend who has been stressed long past her last nerve in the past semester and who had an awful day would do: got her best guy friend who she's horribly attracted to, got a gallon of OJ, and the three of us got drunk.

I feel like the three bears is a fair analogy for this story:

The first little bear didn't have enough to drink because the bear mixing drinks was too buzzed after she finished her first Sex on the Beach to come up with something to make him without the OJ that was upsetting his tummy. He was the one who was drunk enough to join in the debauchery, but sober enough to be confused my everything, especially the actions of the other bears.

The second little bear had too much to drink for her. She giggled and laughed and couldn't handle any of it. She even made comments to the big bear about how she could help him fix think when he commented on wanting to have fun with girls and missing physical love. She then caused even more confusion because she made comments at the littlest bear which put awful thoughts into the big bear's head.

The third little bear had just enough booze to make the whole situation go away. She was drunk enough to dance and sing and make moves at the bears who were watching the whole situation. She was the star. But then the porridge made her sick and she fell apart. The middle bear spent the rest of the evening with the little bear falling apart and trying to figure out how to make the world okay for the little bear.

So that was the story of the three little bears...you remember the part involving Sex on the Beach and sobbing, right?

Plus the middle bear doesn't know what to think when she notices the way that the big bear stares at the little bear. She wants to keep both bears safe....and she selfishly wants the big bear for herself.

So the middle bear cries. The middle bear is a wreck because she has no one to turn to who would not be selfish right now, and because she wishes that the big bear would notice her...and allow her to be more than the cuddle ball best friend WoW player...

Illusive sleep appears...what a time is coming, I don't know. For now, time to test out the bears' beds and to keep an eye on the poor, scared, little bear.