  I am incredibly glad that this week has finally come to it's conclusion. I have been out every single God forsaken day this week. Last night I thought it was a good idea to stay out until 1 in the morning. Why again? Hmmph I don't know maybe because I have no self control? Maybe because I'm easily influenced by the people around me? I try so hard to be good girl and leave early but then all of a sudden these people start walking in the bar who claim to be my friends and then next thing you know I'm doing shots and slamming beers with the best of them. I met a man last night that made me weak in the knees. He was so adorable I wanted to just scoop him up and keep him in my pocket.
29 years old, dark hair with a goatee, tall, muscular, and big brown eyes that I got lost in somewhere between his first words "hey cutie" and his last words "it was great to talk to you". Oh, did I mention he's engaged to be married...in two weeks? Yep, that's it, that's the catch. *sigh* Sleepy Magnet Face today, am I going to make it without passing out at my computer? Any bets? 
