My life continues, despite the terror that has been.
For example: I’d like to get a beer with Pete (my collegue), but my girlsfriend’s home waiting for me (at her home that is). She’s even baked a cookie for me.
That makes me feel kind of guilty about wanting to get a beer with Pete.
At one place I have The Bishops fine lager beer, and at the other my girlfriend (who has actually longed for me she said) with a fresh baked cookie.
Maybe there has been to many Fridays drinking beer with Pete. The girl and me seldom meet until the weekends.
I’ll probarly go to the girl in about one hour.
By the way, a girl dressed only in a bathrobe knocked on my door yesterday evening. Intresting thing keep on happening in my building.
av Max @ 16:01:16 i Old diary | länk | Prat (1)