Caught One
June 7, 2008 at 5:21 pm | Posted in Dear Diary | Leave a commentTags: Friends, Scotland
Sex and the City yielded a possibility – nice girl, new in town, wants to meet up for drinks. Making friends in a new place is officially like dating. We met, liked the look of each other, and now we’re going on a date. Will we take it to the next level? Could she be The One?
In other news, David and I have been having a go at each other a bit this week. I can count at least four meltdowns. Ah, growing pains. One thing I love about him: He’s like my family. There’s no carryover. So we fight, maybe even yell, sulk for a minute, and then it’s all “Wanna order a pizza?” We just can’t be bothered to stay mad. I take this as a good sign. Now if only he would let me mold him into the perfect man, everything would be wonderful. I sincerely hope you can sense my sarcasm.
I Need friends. Now.
June 4, 2008 at 4:45 pm | Posted in Dear Diary | 1 CommentTags: Friends, Scotland
Tonight I’m joining a bunch of girls from a meetup group to watch Sex and the City. Among them, hopefully, will be someone who will hang out with me and save me from my current state of extreme estrogen deprivation. I am a huntress, ready to pounce on anything breathing with two x chromosomes. Watch out, female population of Edinburgh! I am on the prowl.
Um, that doesn’t sound, like, creepy…right?
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