Saturday, February 08, 2003
at 4:43 PMHey, Sluts
The Father finally obtained his tax information, which means we may, possibly, fill out the FAFSA crap this evening. The Father assured me we would complete the forms. Of course, let me count the ways this man has razed my hopes to the ground before...
A Tour Guide (host) at The Rainforest Cafe hits on me every chance he sees. At least, I think he hits on me. I attract very little sexual attention, and on the rare occasion I do, it's usually quite obvious. This guy complimented my Mizzou sweater as I left work. There is nothing spectacular about my sweatshirt. Thus, I am now creeped out beyond measure.
