Entry for Sarafilia...

Well dreams of being New York's next trophy wife shameslessy shattered as the delightful Marcus cancelled on me, leaving me to whimper and whine like a wounded animal on the other end. Clearly, will not be hearing from him again. Or will we?

These days, nothing these men do surprises me. I have come to see my romantic fate as a mere ocean filled with lusty currents dragging me away like a piece of driftwood. Somedays I'm really bothered by it, others I'm fine. Frankly I'm giving up.

Well, Skeevatz Chris is always around. Is it wrong to say you're beginning to enjoy the company of a man you once described as a foot fungus? There is something very soothing about Chris. The unconditional, knowing I'll always have him left in the bag is priceless. We discussed relationships once again tonight. I think he's in favor of it. But you know, that scares me. The chance of it actually working out, with Chris of all people, is not a chance I can afford to take. But at the cost of being alone all evening, jerking this kid around...

Needless to say when he anticipated me going home alone and sad he called. Was good to get a hug. Who ever thought I'd be the one to say it?

Mother's fiftieth is this weekend.

Stuck it to those pathetic girls in class. The older I get the more and more childish I find things around me. Am glad for people of previously deemed dubious nature. Soemtimes you meet the coolest people in the unexpected bodies!

Wishing Alex was online, would like a chat. I think he's in France.

Am broker than broke these days.

Missing Sarafilia, who I am writing this for.