Ok, yes, it's August 7th. Now we've said it, it's over.
OK. Well, tomorrow I'm headed to the beach with crazy Bronx people.
The doctor still hasn't called me. I'm holding out as long as I have to. I've given into stalking; but not doing it very well as I told him I stalked him as I was drunk. This is pathetic. Everytime that phone rings, there I am waiting to see his number. He's got me open like 7-11, excuse the nineties slang.
So sad and wierd and PMSing this evening, freaking out about nonsense. Will go to bed and make sense of it all tomorrow.
AS I STRUT THE BEACH IN A BIKINI!!!
(Hello, sweet chunky arse...)
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