Last night I was supposed to go to dinner with Ken. Well, I paged him at 6:30. The second I hang up after paging the phone rang. And just guess who it could be - it was Donald. He wanted me to go to his place and watch Clerks (weeee - not). So I told him I was waiting for someone to phone me back. I spent almost an hour paging Ken. He finally called back and said "no, I'm not coming". He was going out to Chinese with Amy (I reserve comment or judgement on that). So, I got depressed. It was like, okay, I could spend the whole night at home and sort earings or I could go and hang out with Donald. I knew why Donald called. He called because he was hoping I would go down there and sleep with him so he could feel even more like a god (ego x 10 < Donald's ego). So I started crying. I mean, my life was pathetic. I could stay home or fight off getting fucked. About 10 minutes of this patheticness goes by and the phone rang. I almost didn't answer it. I thought it was Donald again. Lucky for me, it was Dan . He wanted me to come see him and his friends. Oh, thank God. what a miracle that was.

So, we went to his friend, Issac's house. That Isaac, sure is a sweet fellow. We all sprawled out in his living room and watched some Star Trek episodes. Dan curled up with me and I felt loved and safe in his arms. He makes me very happy right now. I'm afraid that it won't last. We'll see. I'm going to enjoy whatever happens, however much I get.

Been trying to get this guy at work, Marshall, to want to hang out with me. It's not working. I think he is afraid of me. Well, what guy isn't? I guess i just come off terrible *sigh* Although, I did get him shooting squirt guns with me. At least he knows how to have fun. I feel so dumb compared to him, though. Such is my life.
Well - gotta get back to work . . . .