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I think if he and I were meant to be, it would've already happened by now. The thought of dating him freaks me out, which isn't the best sign. But maybe it's just too safe, too easy.
We're going out for drinks tonight. Maybe we just need to make out a little bit and get it out of our systems, who knows?
He has a naked lady tattooed on one arm and a ( Read more... ) -
Laurel Bay.
I thought about Dave all weekend. He was supposed to call me on Thursday so we could go out for drinks, but as expected, that never happened. I was off Friday and he was off Monday, so I didn't see him until yesterday. Things were never like this between us; he never made my tummy do somersaults. And that's just what happened when I first saw him ( Read more... ) -
Palahniuk.
As long as America has a frontier, there will be a place for America's misfits and adventurers. -
Another Day at the Factory.
Today I was scheduled in activities from 8:30-4:30 and reception 4:30-8.
Chatty fucking Taryn and I did all the morning preparations, Shannon did absolutely nothing as per usual. All she did was talk about who hooked up at her house last night, how drunk everyone was, and how many guys wanted her. Seriously, no one cares. All Taryn did was complain ( Read more... ) -
I really can't do anything right.
Believe it or not, graduation day was the worst day I've had in quite some time.
I drove to Cranbury to teach art class. The kids listened a little better this week. We had fun drawing a hot air balloon. That older teacher was a bitch to me again, just like she is every fucking week, but I didn't let it get to me.
After class I went to Wren's. She ( Read more... ) -
Them chickens jackin' my style.
Weekend off...not anything like I'd planned. No Dave, no Meg, no brunch. Excessive amounts of tequila. It seems that tequila is my kryptonite ( Read more... ) -
All work and no play makes Frances a dull girl.
My weekend on was extremely lame. Spoiled Indian children, drug addicts trying to date me, residents walking down the hallway in their underwear and flashing one another like it's Mardi Gras. The upcoming weekend off seems promising, but we'll see. I refuse to let a thunderstorm or two ruin my freedom ( Read more... )
