I have no discipline whatsoever - cancelled the session to stay in bed this morning... although I know I should have gone there. Well, well. I'll just save my breakdown until next time.
Had a very disturbing dream involving Richard Gere who amazingly turned into James's father while we were staying at a cottage that looked like our old house. Hmm. Meaning? Don't think there was any.
Today I got my paycheck, 3 days ahead of time, meaning I can pay the girl making my dreads and they'll be on my head within the next two weeks. Awesome! And with my nerdy glasses the image will be complete. Should now just make to find a nice scarf and be done with the image, haha.
My supposed net dating isn't going all too well. I found a girl who was weirded out and who I blocked, another one that bombards me with "What are you doing?!" thirty times a day, and several men wanting to send me pictures of their dicks or similar. Interesting. Repulsive, but interesting. Last news is I started chatting to a beautiful red-haired girl although that is just on a very friendly basis so far. We'll just have to see how it goes, I'm meeting with the Bombarding girl this weekend, maybe she turns out differently in real life.
Wish me luck, with this, and with everything else as well.
POET in the JAR
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