Sarah just called and left me a voicemail saying:
"So, just had to tell you that I saw your schmoopy woopy loverboy today and invited him to go to a gallery opening with Travis and I tomorrow night, so if you're free you should definitely come!"
F'ing Hell! I have to work tomorrow night... and will not get to hang out with a certain dark and brooding Iranian from our studio class. Although she didnt specify which "shmoopy whoopy loverboy" she was referring to, so she could also mean a certain blonde stoner-ish spacey dude, as well. Either way I'm bitter that I'll be answering the phones at Massage Envy instead.
2 days ago