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16 January 2007
The new one is very different than Andrea. She's much... judgier. She tries not to give me any real answers, but I can see the sort of concerned pity when I tell her something I know I'm going to regret. I could have told Andrea any of this. This one, Jen, doesn't seem to get it. She's very nervous and always looks as if she's about to cry. She says "sleep with" instead of "have sex" and she doesn't like how often I say "probably." She says I'm too guilt-ridden and worries that I'm in deeper than I should be in just about every aspect of my life. She's pretty, but she shouldn't wear so many turtleneck sweaters.
♥ yours truly. ;
"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five