Posting in Pajamas (in the Library)

You have a boyfriend? Well, FYI, I do too. Apparently once I got said man in my life, past beaus seemed to have come out of the gutters.

Y’all remember D(period)? He still has my number in his phone, and decided to call 8 months later. Who does that? (Message: I’ve been on tour — In my opinion, I think it was jail — for the last 8 months, and decided to call to see how you’ve been.) Moving right along…

Okie. Ah, Okie. Passed right through his area on my way out to AZ. Out-of-the-blue text messages me: I’ll be in Cleve in Jan. Great… Good thing it’s almost February. Funny thing is, when he actually WAS there, he never called anyway (as I’m used to by now).

Married Firefighter: Please. Stop. Calling. Me. I’m. Not. Interested.

Needless to say, everyone is staring at me at the Library. I miss the luxury of having my comp at home with coffee in hand, and PJ’s  & Flip-Flops, reeking of beer and smoke from the bar last night.

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