remy

This weekend...Daborah returns. God, it's like something out of a bad horror movie. The monster just keeps returning for increasingly cheesy sequels. Now I'm not a shallow guy, I'm actually the farthest thing from shallow, but...maybe it's family pride that I wish my Dad had better taste in women? Not just in looks, but in personality. Someone not so..desperate. Maybe someone that carries themselves with pride and poise. I'd hate to think people's standards just lower as they get older, but that's what it seems like. I can't say much, because I pretty much refused to get involved with any girl but those that meet anything lower than my highest standards. I am such a mean person sometimes. I hope that my buddy Joe and the old friend we've been hanging out with, Heidi, have fun on the boat this weekend. Oh, speaking of Heidi, I slept with her the other night. Now, mind you, that's slept with her. All snuggled up. Not Slept with her. No clothes came off. There was no making out. It was just us sleeping all cuddly. And then come morning, I got shown the door like a dog that had to piss. Not a word was said. Women just confuse the crap out of me.