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I rejected Josh's advice.
I have a new boyfriend. His name is Dave. He's twenty three, a musician, and quite possibly the sweetest guy in the whole damn world. The first night, he bought me a six pack of Bud Light. The next night, a pack of cigarettes. The third, this beautiful red rose and some baby's breath. He's such a nice, fun guy.
I love his roommate too, Patrick. His friends seem like a lot of fun, though I've only met a few of them. One calls me "Jillus". Yea.
Valentine's Day is tomorrow.
I have a new doggy, too. Her name is Bella and she's a little blonde weiner. She's so fucking adorable, I'll have to post pictures of something. Pat and Dave love her. The other night, Pat told me if I ever need someone to watch the dog, he'll volunteer. Dave and I laughed about how he volunteered off the bat, before I even had to hint at the fact that I'd ever need someone to watch the dog.
I'm giving Josh's P!ATD ticket to Greg. Greg deserves it way more. Greg has been there for me through everything these past few months, whereas Josh picks and chooses what he wants to listen to and what he doesn't. I'm just over it. I'm over him. I have a feeling he's going to throw a shit fit about this, but I honestly can't find an ounce of strength left in me to care about him.
Time to go get chicken and stuff for tomorrow. Jess Tarnate (of all people) is coming to a nice, homecooked dinner with me. The chefs? Dave and Pat.
I have a new boyfriend. His name is Dave. He's twenty three, a musician, and quite possibly the sweetest guy in the whole damn world. The first night, he bought me a six pack of Bud Light. The next night, a pack of cigarettes. The third, this beautiful red rose and some baby's breath. He's such a nice, fun guy.
I love his roommate too, Patrick. His friends seem like a lot of fun, though I've only met a few of them. One calls me "Jillus". Yea.
Valentine's Day is tomorrow.
I have a new doggy, too. Her name is Bella and she's a little blonde weiner. She's so fucking adorable, I'll have to post pictures of something. Pat and Dave love her. The other night, Pat told me if I ever need someone to watch the dog, he'll volunteer. Dave and I laughed about how he volunteered off the bat, before I even had to hint at the fact that I'd ever need someone to watch the dog.
I'm giving Josh's P!ATD ticket to Greg. Greg deserves it way more. Greg has been there for me through everything these past few months, whereas Josh picks and chooses what he wants to listen to and what he doesn't. I'm just over it. I'm over him. I have a feeling he's going to throw a shit fit about this, but I honestly can't find an ounce of strength left in me to care about him.
Time to go get chicken and stuff for tomorrow. Jess Tarnate (of all people) is coming to a nice, homecooked dinner with me. The chefs? Dave and Pat.