The flowers are beautiful.
And... and he wrote this note. God... he's awesome. He really is.

But... I can't hurt him. I really don't want to.
I really like him.

Dammnit.

I doubt anyone trust anymore.

I mean... come one.
Really?

All of our great secrets we blog, and keep to ourselves.
Especially with certain secrets.

“Tosca darling, don't you have a man?”
“....no Mr. Evans”

“Child, you shouldn't be working, it's Friday night! Don't you have a boyfriend?
“I'm just very busy Mrs. Everest”

“I have a nephew... you should meet him”
“I doubt I'm his type Miss Clemmings” It is the same story, again, and again. While the other nurses spent their smoke breaks, ( Read more... )

The thing I hate the most about... this time is that I can't always sleep the morning after. You know? 
I mean... I haven't slept more than an hour since Monday... and I'm still awake.

Could be worse though.

I think I want to kiss him.. maybe.
Probably shouldn't .

but I do.

This? Is me- getting a date.
Oh hell yes.

I just need to find something to wear now that isn't scrubs.

We'll see how that goes.