My second job is ending on Friday. My mother is coming up from LA tomorrow. I went out to dinner with Sexy Ethnic Studies Major Guy and another co-worker and I still have not boned him. I am moping, eating Oreos and listening to Lady Gaga. I am starting to feel that sense of disappointment that comes at the end of another summer without actually getting the boy (any boy?) I like.
Someone write a movie of my life where I actually get what I want.
My life is so hard, first world problems, white whine, etc.