September 15th

I live with one of the most forgetful people in all of existence. I asked Phil to go out and get some milk while he was running errands. What does he do? Not get milk. I wrote him a god damn note and everything. He claims I never told him and never wrote him a note. I wrote it right in front of him before he left! Ridiculous. Oh well, can’t complain over spilled milk, or at least the lack of ability to spill it. Oh on a different note though, I talked to Karen again today when she was dropping off my mail. That woman is something else. I think she might have a thing for me. She did the whole flirtatious touching thing that women do. It was cute. We were just making casual talk, usual ice breaker things. Hopefully she sees something in me. I know I have been having a hard time with it recently. Seeing something in me that is.