today i bought some trash books. i had been meaning to get "he's just not that into you" for a while now... ummm... more specifically, since early january.
it's a very quick read. especially if you accidently buy the abridged version. oops.
perhaps the best one is #59: If he's not calling you, it's because you're not on his mind. 'nuff said. People always say stuff like, oh he's not a phone talker, he's really busy, etc. *i've* said it. but there's something about print that can really drive home a message.
tonight i went for dinner to bin 942. i'd been there before and had WICKED risotto. they only had a mushroom risotto tonight. i guess the menu changes more often than i thought.
i played some wicked crib with ang at her house... in both games we were both worried about the other person doing some mad skunking. and then we started a betting game with greg (who kindly brought us slurpees) but i had to run out to meet my sister which ended up being a bit annoying. i was wanting to win some wicked cookies.
thankfully, since my shower this morning, my skin is feeling nice again. i don't *want* to have to stay at people's houses and mooch showers and cooking space, but it could actually be longer than i thought. maybe i should just say fuck it, and get on with my life back at home again. ugh.
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