Alright, picture if you will, me working the supermarket trying to put away items that customers leave in every damn place possible except where they belong. I shouldn't talk, I do it too. But anyways I'm putting things away, right? And this guy - well man, old man actually comes up to me and starts helping me out of nowhere. I thought hey what a nice guy. Oh but no. He asked me out to dinner. I swear he had to be about 40. Why?!? Why did he do this? Sick sick sick. I feel dirty.Its happened many times before. Once was last summer as i was driving to work, I passed by a garbage truck and the man driving yelled out the window to tell me how hot he thought I was. The garbage man. I was hit on by the freaking garbage man. Yet somehow I have the hardest time finding dates my own age. What the hell is going on? I won't lie, the attention is nice - from a distance. But when some scary old man is 2 feet away asking what your dinner plans are, things are messed up.
In happier news I'm going to learn to play the guitar. First I need to buy one, but the motivation is there. It's sexy, the guitar. And when you get a guy who can play it, damn. I'm not all about certain types of music played on guitar, Metallica for instance, no. The other night Gavin Rossdale was on some late show playing acoustic and singing. Wow that was nice. He looks good anyways though. I guess it all comes down to the talent factor. Guys who have some redeemable skill are always hot. Skateboarding, guitar, singing, some kind of talent like that and it's all good. Maybe that's just my way of thinking, but then again 20 million rock star fans can't be wrong.
Happy birthday Kate! A little late, but the love is still there. Feeling it?
Oh summer, how I miss thee. My heart longs for your warmth and sexiness. I need the beach and the sun. Or at least the ability to lay in my front yard half naked on a towel. 30 degrees is not the best temperature to do this. I shall wait and hope for better things.
Saving money is hard. If anyone knows a way to make fast money (excluding drugs and prostitution) let me know. I fear I wouldn't make a good whore. I'm too obvious to be selling anything illegal. Perhaps I could learn how to hack into a huge corporation's files then blackmail them for millions. Finally, a good plan.
Sadly, it's time for me to end my message. My small attempt to change our world for the better. Or at least to waste some of your time. Hope you've enjoyed.
A bien tot.
Jill