So guess the fuck what?

My best friend started dating her (the her of my previous few journals) best friend. And guess what further? All of her friends absolutely loathe the guy she's going out with, and so we've enacted a scheme to get me in and him out. Sure I'm being used, but who the fuck cares? Certainly not me.

My horoscope predicts that this will work out. But then again, horoscopes are about as trustworthy as the Bible. That is to say, superstition is silly.