when's the last time i even wrote in this fucker? i don't know why i keep this thing, it's stupid and boring to read, and i never write about anything important.
so yeah, i am the worst fuckin' procrastinator that ever walked the earth. isn't it grand that two very important things i haven't even started on need to be finished, ah, say, TOMORROW?!?! i need pointers on how not to be an idiot.
so i think maybe i'm in love. updates on that later, when i decide.
there's a creepy new wheelchair guy at work who wanted to take my picture today. for some reason i just let him. i hope he doesn't hang it up on his wall and fantasize about me at night or something. i swear the way gina, lauren, and i get spoken to, you'd think the rehab center was a fuckin' night club. every day, the sexual advances and requests for my number overwhelm me.
me: what would you like?
anthony: chicken, and some of that [points at my boobs]
me:[rolls eyes] um, no, but what piece of chicken do you want?
anthony: i don't know, a couple breasts, maybe some inner thigh.
i lol'ed at that one.
in creepier news, the wheelchair stalker-fuck also known as victor is back in rehab. KILL ME NOW! this dude is the creep of all creeps who regularly undresses me with his eyes for hours on end. He is famous in some circles for hitting on me with cheesy pickup lines such as:" yeah, i'm visually impaired, i was blinded by your beauty [licks lips]" or "if compliments are a crime, CONVICT MEEEE!." jesus.
the best thing that happened to me all week was being hit on by new rehabber, brandon.
"how old are you?"
"so, uh, you play yu-gi-oh?"
holy shit, best pick-up line ever.
i guess that's it.