Apr 05, 2008 21:51
Had a second date with Justin last night. He looked especially good. Feel like I might be pushing him too far too fast. I'll try to control myself, but if he keeps wearing slacks that hug his arse, I can't promise anything. It's his own fault.
I think it's come to that inevitable time. The time where Barny has won. He's cut my assignments back so much that I'm not sure if I'll be able to pay rent for next month if I don't get a second job. I'll have to look through the classifieds tomorrow morning, browse them and see if any call out to me.
Nipped a few cinnamon rolls from downstairs this morning. I'm pretty sure Abbott knows. She hasn't said anything, though. She knows how to cook. That cheesecake was gone within twelve hours. Horrible. Not the cheesecake, the ability I have to eat a whole cheesecake in twelve hours. I blame it on the fact that I haven't had any since I was seven. Discounting the time at the Leaky. Which we don't speak of.
Mum and Dad owled. Want to take me to dinner next Sunday for my birthday. I don't want to celebrate. It's not a big deal. I have one thing planned, and after that, I'd be content to sit at home and read. I need to pick up a few books. Maybe I'll go through the boxes at home again. Probably need to start looking for something to wear to this party of Susan's. I might have to mess with it. Thank Merlin for tailoring charms.
abbott,
mum,
dad,
mr. finch-fletchley,
susan,
barny