being counterproductive, as per usual.

[joanna_banana]

I had one of those nights on Sunday: those rare nights where I had on the most worn out pair of jeans, tank top, gray chuck taylors and zip up jacket, but apparently I was rocking dance floor. It was ten dollar open bar at the Khyber, with two men tracking me down. I gave out my number to the one with the curly brown hair, hoping for a call in the near future. The standard guy two day wait period goes by, and suddenly, a random number with a Philadelphia area code appeared on my cell phone tonight. My heart starting racing as I answered...

But alas, it was the gas company. Dave didn’t pay last month’s bill. Figures.