so the blonde and i went to the cake auction. $200 cake, wtf. that cake? had better be good. got new watches while we were there, since the jewelry store donated a few for auctioning off.

lunch was good, i have no idea what happened in the movie we 'saw'. what movie was that again.

iiii have a date to fish day.

p.s kyra we are not british.

went to the diner for dinner tonight. there is nothing better than a banana milkshake and fries, except possibly a banana milkshake, fries and a leggy blonde ( Read more... )

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so. dating the blonde. early days yet -- we're having dinner tomorrow night at the diner near lhs.

met her ex in the nexus, sort of. that guy? creepy. i can see why he's an ex, although i can't figure out what the appeal was in the first place.

mom keeps trying to set me up. please god no more.

met a woman. possibly. cute, blonde, not a midget. divorcee w/ two kids. gave her my number.

so we'll see. fuck you, evelyn. i didn't need your closet case bullshit anyway.

i am woman, hear me...crawl towards the toilet and whimper. ohhhh god. bachelorette parties. why do i do this to myself. i give it three months, anyway. bitch. 'no hard feelings, sammy'.

at least she was picking up my tab. and you can bet her implant'd ass it was a hell of a tab. it seemed like such a good idea at the time...i think i just threw up ( Read more... )