Thursday

Sober, I think, but asking if I have any Nyquil... The protege was toasted. Today Nabal is trying to act like normal, trying to push his agenda. Mr. Hands. All I do is dodge and keep moving. I hope and pray this summer will be prosperous for me. It's got to come to an end. He's getting more insistent with the ' want a kiss' crap. Now I just straightly say no. There's no way he gets mixed messages. I know for fact, deep down that if he found someone else he'd be gone in a breath. He just stays here because no one else will have him. Today he discovered Craigslist. A friend told him they had jobs. It's only a matter of time bbefore he finds the personals...