I gues s this mood stems from my trip back to Davis this weekend.

I gues s this mood stems from my trip back to Davis this weekend. This first diary back is a paper I wrote for class. My first real boyfriend had just broken up with me. In particular, you don't need to sit there all puppy-eyed with your portfolio on my desk, circumventing my very direct interview questions as you try to maneuver the conversation back to your writing samples. As you're all stretched out, with your arms over your head, you thankfully don't have too many issues with the fact that she has a great body and you generally feel like a mattress tied in the middle. I wouldn't say things are peachy what with the giant hose in your bum, but you know, there are worst ways to spend an hour. Tell me that she wanted to try the relationship, and act like nothing had happened until she got here? Honestly, people, what the hell has happened with marriage in this country?