So I went to San Diego, and this guy proposed to me. Well, not really but he wore THE shirt!
Remember a few weeks ago when I posted a photo of a shirt that I found on Magazine St.? It wasn't just any old shirt. It was THE shirt that my family said my future husband would wear when I met him. Well, I went to San Diego earlier for Labor Day. And this guy wore THE shirt.
We met Jazz Fest weekend in the Quarter. I'd tell you the whole story but that'd take too long. So basically we met in the Quarter, but we didn't really met because I was outside of a bar, and he was inside. At the San Diego airport, he picked me up from the airport and was wearing THE shirt. I think he likes me. Just saying. :)
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I like my new coworker/office mate. He makes me laugh.
He bought me a card today.
He knows me already.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I was going through some files from college and stumbled upon this note that I wrote. The date attached to the file was September 11, 2001.
As if today wasn’t awful enough, I have had a lesser but inconveniencing misfortune. I sliced the joint on my left index finger. This wouldn’t be a problem except that I need it to take notes in your class. I spoke to someone briefly on the first day, but I don’t think I could understand his handwriting. Do you have any ideas as to how I can keep up? Would disability services loan me their notes? Any information would be helpful. I’m freaking out! Thanks, Lindsay