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A little glimpse inside my head. Be careful. It's a mess in here.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007
No fun

There will be no construction worker for me. Too bad. I was really looking forwarded to getting hammered and nailed. I think I was sabotaged by a friend's disgruntled husband. Geesh, tell a guy one time that you'd rather kick him in the face than spend an evening anywhere near him and he tells people that you're mean and unruly.

KIDDING!! Kind of.

Anyway, I was told that he is interested in someone else at the moment which is fine. I haven't met him yet, but I'm guessing there is at least one of my little rules that he would fail. With this particular friend as matchmaker, there usually is.

Oh well, back to the drawing board.


posted by Beth 8:48 PM
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