today is day one of meeting new people and not being a wallflower. we'll see.
at least i look fucking fine in each of my tiny black dresses, so i'm not but so worried here.
i walked past the fish place on my corner about an hour ago and the old men posted out front started whispering when i walked by, and i was flattered, but trying not to pay attention- you know. but i couldn't help but hear one guy tell the guy next him "know her?...she's with the boss....yeah [so-and-so's name, i want to say it was chad, but it doesn't really matter]." and so i'm thinking, that was pretty fucking weird. i am NOT with anyone. and particularly not with ANYONE those fellas know. sweet. good to be mistaken for some old italian boss's piece of ass.
tgif, bitches.
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