Today was a fun fun fun day. It was a half day, so I got home, went for my jog and took a shower. Then Jason called and invited himself over under the pretense that we were gonna fool around. Heh. Am I a ho? Nah.

So, he got here and I decided to go to the park with him since there's a new playground. We actually talked, which was great. I think he got tired of my blabbing. Sometimes I actually have a lot to say. He was certainly surprised I talked so much.

We were walking home from the park and these 2 girls were sitting on another playground smoking up and they informed me they liked my hair (I dyed it red over the weekend because of boredom):

The girls also told me they liked my piercings and I'm like ummm...thanks or something. They were idiots. Jason and I giggled.

Then we came back to the house. We watched part of Batman and Robin and he kept trying to convince me to go out and get something to eat. No, of course I'm not hungry! (stomach growl). We just sat there chatting, and I thought we were having fun, until he said that he was bored and he was going home. Mother fucker. I was thinking, wow, we're just sitting here, not fucking, having a nice conversation, this is almost normal. This is what normal people do. And then he gets up and leave. That hurt my feelings. Fuck him.