You're kidding. Right?

Heh. Had a date tonight. If you're reading this, note the time of the entry. Said 'date' was over pretty damn quickly. I went home, dropped Piper off at Taylor's for her slumber party, then ran back home to get ready and get out. Ran to Starbucks and got some chai (mmmmmmmm... Happy Christy), and picked up some new reading material. Went to dinner.

Dinner was decent (finally got my chinese food!). Had fun talking, drank green tea (again, mmmmmmm. Happy Christy). The check came and he suddenly remembers he left his wallet. At. Home.

I can tolerate many, MANY things (some of my friends KNOW how tolerable I am at times) but that's just stupid. If you ask a woman out, I'm pretty sure you're supposed to foot the bill. Correct?

Anyway, it's 9 PM, and I'm home with my chai and my new books. At least it was productive that way.


Oh! I think I still owe someone a drabble. Am I correct? My memory this week has been all shot to hell. ^^;