Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Ouch, I still can't sit down after my 'evening' under the heat lamp. Thank goodness it's Martin Luther King day and I don't have to go into work, and can just delete messages standing here at home using my iBook.
John still hasn't called. I called the number he scribbled on my nightstand memo pad but he must have been sleepy or something because an old Hispanic lady answered and called me a 'puta', whatever THAT is. I wonder if he was put off by the rash. Men can be so picky sometimes. It's not like he had the best odor in the world, if you know what I mean. And for God's sake, I did everything I know except that 'on-top' nonsense to please him. I hope he calls.
John still hasn't called. I called the number he scribbled on my nightstand memo pad but he must have been sleepy or something because an old Hispanic lady answered and called me a 'puta', whatever THAT is. I wonder if he was put off by the rash. Men can be so picky sometimes. It's not like he had the best odor in the world, if you know what I mean. And for God's sake, I did everything I know except that 'on-top' nonsense to please him. I hope he calls.
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