2005-03-25 - 9:52 p.m.
Tuesday. The fact that my days of the week are so very not memorable should probably make me realize something. Something about wasting life, no time like the present, or maybe a lesson about bitchslapping doctors and getting laid more often.
This really has little to do with the day, not very diary entry-esque, which was really my intention as punishment for not actually making a daily entry, but fuck it. I don't remember tuesday, so...
I don't remember if I mentioned that my crush on the girl I work with was quelled nicely. I'm glad she's around. She's pretty, she's initially sweet. She isn't, however, very bright, or lastingly kind, or incredibly patient. Her sense of humor is more goofy and self amusing than anything. The only requirements I've ever heard her list for people she's interested in was a list of superficialities. She actually mentioned how clean his shoes are. She didn't once mention kindness or any quality redeemable beyond the senses of sight or smell. I'm glad she's around because it's nice to be certain that I do in fact want more than just a pretty face (and a decent body).
