Freaky Thangs

So it's Halloween. Who gives a shit? Really. It would be different if Halloween was on a weekend, but a Monday? Geez. I can't party like a rock star on week nights anymore. Especially not on a Monday. A Wednesday or Thursday, maybe. But, not a Monday or Tuesday.

Remember the guy I was talking about at my work who was looking at all the porn? You know, the 10 discs worth of porn we recorded off his PC? Well, he works out at my gym. Recently, he's been talking to me about watching me workout. At first, I was a tiny bit weirded out by it, but then I suddenly remembered he was Mr. Porn Man. WTF. He's a freak. If he says one more thing about how good I look on the elliptical, I'm going to have to punch him. What makes someone think they can say things to you to make you feel uncomfortable? Stupid. I hate people sometimes.

I talked to my friend KB today. Back in July, she went to a tennis tournament in Indy. While she was there, she met this guy who apparently rocked her world. She called me three times today to tell me what a great kisser he was. I'm like, "How in the fuck do you still remember this shit?" She said, "that's just how good he was." A kiss? A freaking kiss? Are you kidding me? You have no idea how "good" he was. It's not like she slept with him. I just love my friends. They always call me to tell me stuff like this. hah.

I need a new hairstyle. Maybe I should get extensions. Or maybe not. I don't know.

I banged out my paper this morning in 10 minutes, but I'm 1 page short. I need to work on it tomorrow night so that on Wednesday, my day off, I can go have a drink. Chris has class on Wednesday's and I hate staying at home by myself, because basically I hate being by myself, period. So, I'm thinking I may go to Harry's or Maryland Yards.

Oh, this weekend...I have no plans! Yay! It's the first time in a long time since I've had no plans. I just wanted to remind myself in writing. teehee.