aeryn

Last night I went out to dinner alone, as I often do. I go armed with a book and my journal. I sat at the bar and wrote this in my journal: The bartender is so adorable he makes me look down and blush. If this was a movie he would come over and ask me what Im writing and I would boldly read back that line to him. And then he would blushit might be the start of ------ I look up from my writing, and hes really standing in front of me. What are you writing, if you dont mind my asking? oh fuck, fuck, fuck, my mind reels
Uh, uh stuff. I say.
Oh, sorry to bother you, he said walking away.
Ah well, so much for being bold.




These are some things I bought at the store. At home, I as I pulled one thing out after another from the bag, I noticed that almost every fruit and vegetable had a similar shape. Now you all know what I need in the *cough* produce department.

And lastly, I got a call for my soon to be ex-husband who has now been out of the house for almost three months on my answering machine. It was from Great Expectations Dating Service with questions about the form he had filled out and sent to them. Now I truly want my husband to find someone else, and think its good for him to go to a dating service, and I will be very happy when he starts dating. I wouldn't even mind helping him find someone. But I KNOW he gave the dating service my number in hopes of making me feel badly, which in truth did make me feel sad. Not for myself, but for him.