7:22am // 08/08/01
My friend Sean's having a hard time. His girlfriend of a year and a half cheated on him. He wrote her an e-mail back (a not-so-nice e-mail) and she e-mailed him back telling him that she never read the e-mail but that she was joking about the whole thing. I don't believe it was a joke. Why would someone joke about something like that? Anyway, he wants to stay with her, I can't say I blame him. Love is a strong thing. If he believes that they can work through it and she'll stay true, more power to both of them and I wish them luck.

After me and Sean talked online about the whole ordeal, he came over and we went to China Chef. Mmmmm, chinese food fucking kicks ass.

Anyways, onto work. I got a job offer to go work at JC Penny from the manager. This was while I was working last night heh. He liked how I was with customers, he gave me his card and told me to come speak with him sometime in the near future and he'll give me more money to come to JC Penny. Heh. I have to get my car fixed first.

Patrick (the cook I talked about in my previous entry) kind of surprised me last night. I don't know if he was joking but I sure as fuck hope he wasn't. Knowing my luck, he probably was. :P Anyways, I was in the kitchen and he kept throwing food he was cooking at me and we were joking around then here was our conversation:

Patrick: You know why I fuck with you so much right?

Me: Because I fuck with you?

Patrick: No, because I like you.

Me: I know, you want my ass. (sarcastic)

Patrick: No, I'm serious.

Then he walked off. It felt like 3rd grade again but like..uhm, he's hot? Oh yeah, and funny :) Oh and apparently he knows how to cook! But like I said before, knowing my luck, he was probably fucking around with me.

That's life. Oh well :P

-n0fx

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