The sometimes profane personal diary of a flight attendant with Social Phobia, Depression, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and Suicidal Tendencies. Good times.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I wish I was 50 instead of 30
I'm going to call 64 year old 60 year old "Mitch." He just had flowers delivered.
He's so sweet. I have such a crush on him, but this is NOT NORMAL! I guess this is why normal 30 year olds don't sleep with 64 year olds.
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