Bossa Nova Man
Okay I am in my new place now. I just got the internet hooked up. ugh. The cable guy who came to hook it up was really cute and I was just in my pyjamas and yesterdays leftover make up on my face. I was all taken aback because I just assumed that cable guys were like you know old greasy buttcrack showng guys or whatever. I was listening to Chet Baker and I had a candle on and I was like oh no shit he is going to think I am trying to seduce him with a romantic mood or something so when he left for a second I blew out the candle. Anyway he is a musician who played sorta jazz stuff and I was supposed to only date jazz musicians but I was too afraid to ask him on a date. I slipped in my place of employment into the conversation hoping he will come because I am lame. Anyway he left some metal thing here, maybe I will call him and let him know? or maybe I will post a craigslist missed connections just to annouce to the world that I am a creep.
More about the apartment later.
Also I won 110 dollars at the casino last night.
p.s. ewwwww
Is this turning into the Bridget Jones diary because I am like complaining that I'm fat and then having loser attacks when I meet cute guys? I couldn't sit thru that movie. Isn't that what she does? |
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