Last night I slept over Eleanor's. That's precisely what we did. Slept and ate cheesesteaks. I left at 11 because one of her coworkers was vomiting on children and she had to get in their quick. So much for a nice happy leisurely breakfast.
My eyes aren't happy looking at the computer anymore.
I feel like the PetSmart slut. Guys are just predictable.
Goodnight! I love you!
Posted by Maleta at 10:36 p.m.