Worked late yesterday, walking around handing out free tickets to nightclub, wearing I might add, way too little clothing. So now I'm sick. Coughrap yay!
I was so tired after working until three on friday, I could barely keep my eyes open. Had 5 cups of coffee and a chai-tea, which only resulted in making me sweat profusely and not being able to focus my eyes properly. The perfect recipie for tempting people to goto a club I'm advertising.
After work, went home and collapsed, And after I'd fallen asleep, Danny showed up, smelling like an old drunk, acting like an old drunk, but succeding where my two duvet's and one blanket failed in keeping me warm. I cannot belive, this guy has slept here three nights in a row, and I haven't even kissed him.
Win!
Thursday, Juan told me he loved me, which I mostly ignored coz he was wasted, and he has a girlfriend who he loves, and he has a habit of telling both me and BFF how much he loves us every time he gets drunk. And also complaining about how no-one loves him and he should just kill himself. Melodrama is his thing.
I'm still in limbo on the whole emotions thing, cannot for the life of me make up my mind one way or the other. I'm just gonna not think about it and concentrate on school and work I think. Limbo isn't so bad. They have free punch there.
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