So, do you have a trim coordinator or do you have to line those gigs up yourself?
It’s 14.30 on Saturday afternoon, 18 August 2001.
In exactly 14 days, on 1 September, at pretty much this time, Anniz will stroll through customs at Newark airport in New Jersey. It’ll take about four hours to drive back to Maryland from there.
So, t-minus 340 hours to touchdown!
I have no idea.
I have no man. I have no potential men. I have no potentially potential men.
So, I spose that means, not anytime soon.
CARP!
Well. A friend of mine has apparently got it into her head that it would be a great larf for me to shag a workmate of hers. Actually he was the one who first mentioned it, half-jokingly, and she took the ball and ran with it. With the consequence that he and I are now sending flirty emails about each other to her and she’s forwarding them on. It’s quite bizarre really. I have no other prospects (apart from the SF trip mentioned previously, on which I only have maybes), I can take or leave this one (cute, but very young, and not just chronologically), but we’ll see how it goes
Well, it was supposed to be next weekend, but thanks to Russian immigration it looks like it’ll be another 2 or 3 weeks… SIGH…
Next Friday.
Tonight. Yep, Mr. L is getting lucky tonight!