Real Virginia

I have to get rid of John. He's crazy possessive. I've known him less than a week and he seems to think I'm going to move in with him. He's been telling people I'm his girlfriend.
Seriously, what the fuck?
Plus his roommates that I thought were so awesome are so freaking crazy. Seriously. They are going to wind up killing each other over there.
Anyway. That's going to be awful, doing that. I don't want to hurt him; He's been hurt a whole damn lot in his life by women, which is why he's so freaking clingy and stuff, but seriously. I warned him. And I have been nothing but honest, and so I shouldn't feel bad. I just shouldn't.

Anyway, on a happier note, today the Executive Pastry Chef [Anwar] asked me for my number, after bringing me a still hot-from-the-oven macaroon. It was SO GOOD. This has clearly been a long time coming, and finally he worked up the nerve to ask me, so that's excellent. Trina-Trina thinks it's horribly cute, mostly because she can tease me and also because she can snag baked goodies out of the deal too. Trina-Trina is my favorite manager at the Hell Court.
Well. I do adore JoshFace too.
But.
I got to chat with Nick tonight for the first time in awhile, and that was nice. He went out with some girl, Analise, who apparently goes by "Anal" [snigger] over the weekend, and though I haven't met her he and I are both sure I'm not going to like her, though because he owns me and because I do ache to please him I will deal with having to spend time with her when that comes. Nick and I are to hang out this weekend I believe, and hopefully that means without Anal [snigger]. It's too bad that that one girl has Lyme Disease and therefore can't really. You know. Fuck around. She was nice, she was pretty, she had good energy about her. She likes cartoons.
Ugh, ugh, ugh. That stupid girl I don't like. Oh well.

Anyway. I'm busy talking to yet another boy on interwebs tonight, and so... Here I go, off to do other stuff now... More boys!