07-12-04

That is yuppie with a y…

my job is driving me crazy, they want you to complete everything…but they don’t want you to work overtime to get it all done. And now that i can afford to finally get a martini again, i don’t have the time. I don’t even have time to go grocery shopping or cash my checks. grrr.

Muhanna took me out for coffee the other night, verifying once again the main reasons i don’t date. So finally after surviving 20 hours of work, 10 minutes of relatively decent conversation and 1 hour of him apologing over nothing and confessing his undying love for me (mind you this is our first date) and trying to get me to move to LA or invite him to move in with me…I arrived safely at home…and passed out, fucking freak.

And i would just like to thank my cousin for going and getting married on me, because last weekend when my father came into town all i heard was references to “don’t worry, you’ll be next.” DON’T WORRY? When the hell did this point in my life arrive?

Don’t worry…there’s enough alcohol to make it through this.