Thursday, March 15, 2012


A friend on my floor has a really hot boyfriend. He's in the Army. Naturally, he has hot friends that are also in the army.
One of them is coming up this weekend to get schwasty with us for St. Patty's. He recently broke up with a girlfriend. He's really hot. He told my friend that he thought I was cute, from what he could see of my Facebook profile.

I hate this sort of thing, because now I have expectations of how the weekend could go, and I know that nothing ever ends up meeting my expectations, let alone exceeding them.

Guess I'll just try to keep running then. Get some of this fat off before Saturday.

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