I had a date tonight, a blind one if you will. He bought drinks. But then, he let me pay for dinner! Ahh, hell no! He even kept spewing about how he wanted to hang out on Saturday, and Sunday, and Tuesday. I can barely stand to hang out with myself that much, much less anyone I even like. He cannot be serious, and then let me buy dinner. Oh, you can bet I am going on a second date- so I can make my damn money back.
Sorry I haven’t posted much this week. I’m still without Internet at home. And I need the money for my exorbitant rent and dinner purchases for really boring guys.
A coworker in the cubicle next to referred to me as a “woman” today. I thought I was not a girl not yet a woman. Apparently, my mosquito bites have blossomed into lady lumps.
My subject matter seems to be rapidly deteriorating. I just want to marry Conan O’Brien and have horribly comical looking children. I am a simple woman-child with simple inane requests.
*Thanks to JH for the title of this post
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