Shipwreck

This forgetting guy thing is impossible.

That's all I have to say about that.

Heather-face, Em says hola, that her computer is a du-fuss-face,
(my words, aka not working) and that she misses us like crazy. *(I think that's a song, because a tune came to my head. Ugh.) Anyway, I have next Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off... would you like to go visit her maybe? I'll have to call her again and ask if she is free. Maybe we all could go visit Allyson too or something. I don't know.

Oh. I had yet another "raunchy" Doug dream. What the hell? I hardly think about him. Well, take that back. I do think about him occasionally, and I do miss him. But I DO NOT daydream about him. And all of a sudden I have these two dreams, not far apart, about him and I having some f-u-n. So the last was yesterday, and today I thought about it non stop. I loved what Em said on the phone, "maybe you're supposed to marry him." I wish it were that easy.... have a few dreams about the guy, know he's "The One..." Yeah... right.

I do not think, or miss, Tom as much as I thought I would. But then, he's only been gone a week. Hmmmmm.

Anywho. Back to life. I might be going to a "party" tonight. Too bad this party girl worked nine f-ing hours today with bitchy women and stupid customers and has to wake up at quarter to seven to go work with them again. Ya-hoo. (That means, no late night for me. Silly job.)

Nighty night amigos.