friskin

He called me tonight, as planned. How was I supposed to know the track all subsequent events of the evening would follow? I guess it's these puzzles that make life interesting. I could say that everything is going great, and I love college, and my new friends are totally fun. They play with bubbles and write poetry. But as I know from reading other people's diaries, those kinds of entries tend to be a bit on the boring side.

"What are we going to do about our chief engineer on the red-nose express?"

I've been working with a lot of (literally) dirty old men. If I tell you to "fuck off, you lazy bastard," you'll understand why. My day starts at 7 tomorrow morning. I shouldn't complain about that. What I should complain about is the fact that I continue to be drawn to people who... Anyway, it was a tone I've heard before.

I guess I've been reading too much.