P called last night. Wanted to stay over. Discussed again my lack of interest. He explained his tripod status as always. Informed him of my "boyfriend" Johnson (may Johnson never hear the fib least he believes I harbor hopes) has more than enough dangly bits for my appreciation. P whined. Actually whined.
Note to self: "Mia, stop rolling eyes. Is beginning to cause headache."
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Monday, September 22, 2008
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