I couldn’t shake the devil, i tried but i couldn’t. So yesterday i wondered around downtown and hit a few of my favorite places…barnes and nobles, starbucks, the wine store and my newest favorite place…the exchange, a used CD shop on forbes avenue with prices to die for. So i came home with a bottle of merlot and a few of my favorite people, ella fitzgerald and harry connick Jr who is absolutely a doll.

so i spent last night drinking him away. I would say it was relatively successful, this morning he was definetly replaced by a slightly large hangover and this afternoon on the bridge i was stopped by a lovely little boy with a cross tattoo on his face asking for my number. So i suppose I have a new ritual for getting rid of skeevy boy vibes, i mean i attract new ones but atleast the old ones are gone. Sorry sweeti, i’ve learned my lesson, so i had him hold my baklava (mmm, baklava, from a little greek joint on 6th Street, the least expensive of the two facing eachother which had wonderful spinach pie but slightly depressing wedding soup) and quickly scribbled down my un-digits for him. Opps, my first wrong number. I feel dirty for lying but i could hardly say no to a voice like his.

work was wonderful, the spanish chef is helping me with my spanish by having random conversations with me throughout the day. I felt bad about snapping on the head chef a few days ago but he seemed to like it because he constantly pesters me to smile so i have made a hobby out of being a smartass to him. I am starting to be less intimidated by todd, and his fiance is precious, i talked to her on the phone today and she called me sweeti. I met one of the brothers family today, they were adorable and down to earth which was refreshing. 30 dollars in coat check and i got hit on by a business guy who stood just a bit too close.

I need to learn the art of picking up boys on the street, the possibilities would be amazingly endless. Just have to watch for the ring.

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