*sigh*
Hello, all.
I'm at work, blowing time. One more day of this . . . and then . . . . poverty. Not that I'm complaining, I really don't enjoy this job. But money is a nice thing to have around.
Payment for Stritch is due today, I don't think my loans came in yet. Shit.
The fam is in Sayner again. For the fourth time this summer. Four times, and not once was I able to go along. *tear* Oh, well. Life goes on.
Saw Him yesterday. She was there, too. And some random, ubercute guy from the DCS. I saw him a some Faschings, he's in the Muellers, but have no idea who this kid is. How did he get by me???? Anyway, he kept looking at me like he knows me from somewhere. I wanted to say, "I'm the girl with HotChris, stupid. You told him I'd sit on his face if he bought me beer." Oh that's right, ubercutie was drunk at a Fasching, and told Chris that. With me standing next to him.
For those of you who missed the last few entries, I did not, in fact, sit on Chris' face.
Even though he bought me beer.
So I asked his mom for his cell on Saturday, explaining that a friend of mine's birthday is coming up, and he'd hung out with us a few times, and she thinks he's a fun guy, and invited him, via me. His mom now thinks my friend wants to sit on Chris' face. In reality, my friend is sitting on her boyfriends face, whom she loves dearly and is about ten seconds away from marrying. *tear* for Chris. His ex is stalking him. He's a good kid, but too much like my brother. I find it funny that his mom equates birthday gathering with dating. She needs to wake up.
So that's all for today.
I'm bored.
Kisses, Lisi
I'm at work, blowing time. One more day of this . . . and then . . . . poverty. Not that I'm complaining, I really don't enjoy this job. But money is a nice thing to have around.
Payment for Stritch is due today, I don't think my loans came in yet. Shit.
The fam is in Sayner again. For the fourth time this summer. Four times, and not once was I able to go along. *tear* Oh, well. Life goes on.
Saw Him yesterday. She was there, too. And some random, ubercute guy from the DCS. I saw him a some Faschings, he's in the Muellers, but have no idea who this kid is. How did he get by me???? Anyway, he kept looking at me like he knows me from somewhere. I wanted to say, "I'm the girl with HotChris, stupid. You told him I'd sit on his face if he bought me beer." Oh that's right, ubercutie was drunk at a Fasching, and told Chris that. With me standing next to him.
For those of you who missed the last few entries, I did not, in fact, sit on Chris' face.
Even though he bought me beer.
So I asked his mom for his cell on Saturday, explaining that a friend of mine's birthday is coming up, and he'd hung out with us a few times, and she thinks he's a fun guy, and invited him, via me. His mom now thinks my friend wants to sit on Chris' face. In reality, my friend is sitting on her boyfriends face, whom she loves dearly and is about ten seconds away from marrying. *tear* for Chris. His ex is stalking him. He's a good kid, but too much like my brother. I find it funny that his mom equates birthday gathering with dating. She needs to wake up.
So that's all for today.
I'm bored.
Kisses, Lisi