Monday, March 22, 2004

Friends and Lamers

I love my friends. I just ate dinner with LJ. We sat and talked for an hour; it prolly would have been longer hadn't Candice Love Jackson torn our papers up. We just talked. We haven't done that in a while. We are going to have to go out sometime before graduation. As I was getting in my car, Louise called. She called to see how I felt about a certain dude and make sure I knew nothing was going on between them. I didn't think there was, but I appreciate her calling anyway. Keysha called earlier to make sure I was ok. I am fine; I just pray Larry gets better. He is alert now, so that is a plus. But the doctors are still saying it doesn't look good. Miracles happen and the doctor aren't always right. Let's just pray he gets better.
There is a guy sitting next to me. He is talking to me for no apparent reason, but for some reason I am not bothered. He is trying to get in contact with Emmit Smith to see if he will do something for Make A Wish Foundation. He was doing ok until he said something about my boyfriend. Now I know he is about to hit on me. He's writing his phone number down. Did I ask for it? I don't remember. Ok, I was wrong. He did not write his number. He wrote: This is a 3 1/2 year contract saying you will be faithful to me in our relationship. _____________________ signature ________________ date
PSYCHOTIC. I feel like Ranada and her weird dude situationss. He is still talking to me. He just asked me would I date an athlete. Maybe I should just ignore him.

Posted by Nik :: 3/22/2004 :: 0 Comments:

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