Mighty mouse... here i come to save the day! Don't know where that came from. Thirsty. Need some Smirnof Ice. Went out with Jes again last night. Dinner, drinks. Seven hours of great conversation. Should we have ran out of things to talk about by now? We're becoming friends, which is great. Perhaps I should just resign myself to being friends. Perhaps i'm a fool. There's no use in trying, right? But there's a fine line. I don't want to ruin a new friendship by trying to bust a move, but I don't want to pass up whatever opportunity may exist and falling into that never-ending friendship role. It's like walking a tight rope. She's out shopping right now for a new outfit to wear when she visits her bf this weekend. That's never a good sign. Keep your fingers crossed for me. My neighbor is out with her this evening and will probably ruin whatever small chance MIGHT have existed. "You guys would never work out," I can hear her saying. "He's a slut," perhaps she would say. Ha ha. Ideally she would talk about how fucking cool I am, or even say nothing at all. Hopefully that is what will happen.

I broke down and sent the ex an email the other day. Just to be friendly and say hi. That's all I really want from her anymore is not to hate me. But if she's going to hate me, that's her business and I'll know I tried everything I could for us to get a long. Won't be my fault. There's too many other kick ass people in this world to get all caught up on this one. So poo on her.

The Rose cannot sing. Someone please save me.