Okay, so I’ve made it through Day #2 of the Danielle drama, and now I’m being supported by 3 fat men in a country-western bar somewhere in Frederick. It’s great here! I’m listening to the Dixie Chicks and mulling over how much villas are,
I have a stalker…I’m supposed to be writing something for her right now, but I chased away all ambitions to get on Craigslist instead. I’ve been scouring the Give-Away-For–A- $1 ads for wicker furniture and granite butcher’s blocks.
I have quit my habit of talking to “Tim” for almost a week now, and I’m not going crazy. Some guy from the leasing office was talking about a one-bedroom that he wanted to rent, and I offered up mine. I said that I’d painted almost every