*giggles madly*
Oh! *tries to catch breath and wipes tears from eyes* I am feeling like a school girl tonight! I just had an interesting online chat with this guy I've never heard of. He told me that my screen name was interesting and that's why he added me to his buddy list. I think he wanted to talk dirty to me. The chat started out about cars of all things. He told me about his MANLY mustang. I told him that I didn't like Fords. We debate back and forth, comparing cars. Then he asks me for my ASL (which I had no clue meant "Age Sex Location"). Off of my profile he got my state and sex. He guessed my age at 25. Though he is almost correct, I knew where the conversation was heading, so I told him 14. He said, "oh." And then asked how it was that I drove, I said, "it's called a learner's permit". He said, "oh." He asked me other questions to which I pretended to be as immature as a normal 14 year old girl is--all of to which he replied "oh." I got a good laugh, but I ended it by saying, "shit. My parent's are coming upstairs." and signed out. I know some may not consider this all that funny, but I'm not going to let some perv try to trick me into sex chat. I'm not stupid. *laughs*
Anywho--today,
Nailz had a job interview. I drove her to it and then downtown for her to get her urinalysis out of the way. It was fun. If you want to learn more, read the above linked blog. Um...let's see...what else? Oh--I took a nap in the middle of the day and that was nice, though it left me with a little case of heartburn as a momento of good dream times. Speaking of dreams...
I keep having dreams about Dave. They're not sexual dreams, but just strange dreams. And most of them include either his girlfriend or his mother or both. It is strange. I think my sub-conscious is still working some emotional quirks out, but I'm feeling fine--if just a little disturbed that I can't find anyone better to dream about (such as Ewan McGregor...or Orlando Bloom...or any number of hot men that are famous and perfectly normal to dream about).
Confession of the Day
Today, my physical therapist called. I haven't been in for an appointment in about a month, because for the most part, my problems with my shoulders are gone. She called just to check up on my progress. Well, she has a really funky name that I always have a hard time remembering, and it didn't help that I had
just woken up from a heavy nap. I didn't catch the name of the person calling and I thought it sounded like the receptionist. We talked a little about my progress and then I said something about how I was going to call later this same day to check up on the cause of my shoulder problem (to see if I could get my previous employer to pay the bill) and that if my physical therapist was there, I'd like to talk to her, but I mentioned that I didn't remember her name. My physical therapist politely said, "It's me." And I felt like the biggest dumbass ever. Then I babbled about how I thought she had said her name was Julie, and that she sounded like the receptionist and then I realized that Julie is not the name of the receptionist either. Yeah...I opened my mouth big and I still knocked out some of my teeth. I am such a dumbass.
Nailz says that the above story shouldn't be my confession for today because it's not like it has never happened to anyone before. She has a point, but I have selective hearing.