I rained all freaking day, so much for my grand trek to get all my errands done. I did manage to drag my carcass into the gym so all is not lost. I’m hoping the weather relents enough tomorrow enough to get some things done.
The bright spot in my day was a nice long chat w/the sexy guy from yesterday. We are going out tomorrow on a date. Imagine it, me on a date. What’s it been? Eight months since the last one . . .that sound about right. I’m excited.
At this point, I’m starkly reminded of my last dating episode and how it fizzled. However, being freshly broken from my breakup, I think I’m on better footing this time. Let’s see how it goes.
Well Moby, I wish you the best of luck on your date. 😉 Here’s to hoping you have a great time.
Dont worry, Moby. If worse comes to worst, at least he doesnt know where you live. i hope. beacause if he’s a psycho killer or a republican or something, you dont want him to know how to find you.
thank biggunz..(I think) *G*