My neighbours children are, for some unknown reason, in my garden. They appear to be torturing my son although he doesn't seem to mind so I guess it's OK. It could be because one of them is blonde, he's not even 4 years old and he's already a sucker for a blonde.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from a woman asking if I wanted to go for a coffee sometime this week. I've only met her once when she gave me a lift home but she bumped into my boyfriend and he (dumb-ass that he is) gave her my number. It's not that I'm averse to being sociable but she's quite a bit older than me and I can't help wondering if she has an ulterior motive. She could just be very friendly or she could be a psychotic killer who will murder me and throw my body in the Quoile River...Perhaps I have trust issues?
Yesterday, I got a phone call from a woman asking if I wanted to go for a coffee sometime this week. I've only met her once when she gave me a lift home but she bumped into my boyfriend and he (dumb-ass that he is) gave her my number. It's not that I'm averse to being sociable but she's quite a bit older than me and I can't help wondering if she has an ulterior motive. She could just be very friendly or she could be a psychotic killer who will murder me and throw my body in the Quoile River...Perhaps I have trust issues?
- Mood:
anxious - Music:The pitter patter of tiny feet