this is the week that never ends, it goes on and on my friends
This week will never end. Never again am I going such a long stint of just working and no socialising. Even if it's only a cup of coffee with someone. I feel like an antisocial zombie. Tomorrow is my last shift before Tuesday and I'm finally hanging with my sister on Sunday. I miss her.
Currently contemplating giving up soft drinks. Not a total ban, I'll still have them in social situations especially considering I don't drink a lot of alcohol. More that I won't have it at home anymore. I think I could do it, the only problem is that mum still drinks it meaning it will always be in the fridge.
I think Jordan is interested in me. He keeps asking me if there are any cute nerd boys at work and suggesting having lunch or getting coffee. Is he being friendly or is there more? I'm worried I lead him on, I don't mean to I'm just trying to be nice. Yes he is good looking and owns a leather jacket, but he also works at a sex shop and I'm just not interested. Believe me I have contemplated this scenario but it doesn't feel right. Despite my many obvious neuroses and worries, I have one basic rule: If I can't picture myself kissing someone then it's not going to happen. And, hello, sex shop. I still blush when customers come to the counter with the kama sutra.
Currently contemplating giving up soft drinks. Not a total ban, I'll still have them in social situations especially considering I don't drink a lot of alcohol. More that I won't have it at home anymore. I think I could do it, the only problem is that mum still drinks it meaning it will always be in the fridge.
I think Jordan is interested in me. He keeps asking me if there are any cute nerd boys at work and suggesting having lunch or getting coffee. Is he being friendly or is there more? I'm worried I lead him on, I don't mean to I'm just trying to be nice. Yes he is good looking and owns a leather jacket, but he also works at a sex shop and I'm just not interested. Believe me I have contemplated this scenario but it doesn't feel right. Despite my many obvious neuroses and worries, I have one basic rule: If I can't picture myself kissing someone then it's not going to happen. And, hello, sex shop. I still blush when customers come to the counter with the kama sutra.