Long, dark eyelashes. BBall shorts. Big brown eyes. Smirk.

Oh wow

I won some money. I feel a bit off, though.

So I couldnt stay for the whole funeral yesterday. I had to leave early. I really need to get on Lexapro. Come on, insurance!

I left and drove to Baton Rouge. Completely just snuck out the back. CAlled my friend Ryan in Mandeville and told him to come meet me at the mall.

We had fun. We bought me flipflops and a t-shirt so i wouldnt have to look like i just fled a funeral. Lunch at Hooter’s, then Bass Pro Shop. Coffee at Border’s. He made my new year. Thx to him!

I`m so glad 09 is OVERRRR! i`m working on some stuff with myself. i was nice to all of my patients today - every one of them. even gave an old woman a hug. she was cute.

I need to go out to Slidell and visit Kevin and Chelsea. Aimee too. and of course Ryan. that old turf bird!

I wanna move to Slidell too, like Chelsea and run Kevin`s mom`s frame shop. i could live in the apartment over it. idk. something to think about. I could be a firefighter there. it sounds appealing…. i`ll think on it.

Got a ton to txts today. Happy New Years. Even Guido #1. now THATS an old turkey…

Getting back into jogging. My knees hurt so bad.

I started off the day in a pretty good mood, in spite of a sinus infection. The shitty old hospital is amazing at making a good mood disappear. My parents calling a million times and being at my house when I got home didn’t help either. Gar. I’m a grouch.

Ok im getting obsessed with NINE.

Guido - the real life one, was farting around on my facebook earlier. I could tell.

I’m like Luisa. Left the scene. Fled that motherfucker! Woot!

Also like Carla. Booty calls to a lover, and all that.

Shit. Makes me think that in a way, that relationship I have with him makes him another kind of Guido. A more preferable one. But I’m not going to swallow pills for his attention. He doesn’t have a wife to go home to.

Well, oops, I did it again. Big surprise, right?

We watched pornos at work and he got a little “rocked up” - his words, not mine! And let me say, me and him watching that with the other people we work with was uncomfortable. I know only a few of them - like half - know, but still! Shit.

Leaving for home, I see him hanging back and farting around. I knew what was up. Sure enough, I get the text…

Yes, I wanna stay late, but I’ll make a lap around the block. I’m a slave to appearances. In this case, anyway.

We were all over the office. Kept hearing a weird noise. I found out what it was after we were done.

A university policeman, washing his unit right outside the office. Roffle!

Oh, and had to use a Monster condom. He insisted. Idk about all that. Kyle said he poked holes in them. Hmmm.