Thursday: went to the beach with Steph in the morning. The rip tide was strong but we swam and gathered shells for our patient in room 26. Came home, went bowling with Cloudy. Met 2 brothers who were really good, asked us to come out for league play sometime. I thought one had a Zia tattoo but it was the Phillipino version. Home, swimming. Jamarcus wants to give me free hand jobs. I want his hands all inside, in and out, but I don't like him enough.
Friday: Went to lunch with Tracy CPK. Our pizza came with a plastic thing in it so we got a 20% discount. I always find things in my food everywhere. Then went to Goodwill for her red boots. She is building a costume with red boots. Found some but they were small so went to Salvation Army in Pasadena. "This is my hell. I am dying. I am in hell." -Tracy after standing in line for 15 minutes because 2 old guys cut in front of her consecutively. Hahaha. The guy who checked out her gear was a 20-something Hispanic boy with a thick mustache. TB opened her wallet and had a mustache sticker, he immediately said "Are you making fun of me?" And I died laughing. He was really cute and weird-funny. His cheeks were red from the heat. He smiled hard at me and made little jokes. "Stay...? don't leave..." ***Smile. Tracy said he looked like a felon. Yeah baby.
Ummm home for a while. Cleaned my sheets for the first time in over 4 weeks. Sadness ruins everything. Sadness rules everything. Now they are crispy pink. Stinky came over to swim. He brought watermelon. Still talking about fingering me for my pleasure. Gawd. Made him leave at 11pm.
Saturday: Work at 0645, unit 1 plus up to room 19 in unit 2. Good job. Room 4 will die of pneumonia. Room 1 died yesterday. The previous guy in Room 1 died a few weeks ago. Sweet man with giant brain tumor. Danny was working. Flirting hard with me. Bought me a tamele for lunch and asked when we are going out for a free dinner. Said he waited too long for me to be single. Said I'm his favorite white girl. Said he buys nice things for his gfs. He's a tall, smooth, handsome Chinese man with a good smile and hair, but he says dumb shit too regularly. Painfully dumb.
Home, nap, invited to Angels game. No hockey tomorrow, no bowling because of baseball, but I don't want to go. Going to be 110 degrees plus humid. No way.
It's almost 9pm, haven't eaten since 12... maybe not worth it. Maybe just go back to sleep.
Davith was texting me before bed last night. "I hope you don't hate me" "You are so tough and good looking" Blah blah blah "What time do you get off work?" Blaaah. Stay in the navy and keep dating the waitress because you're afraid she will kill everyone. Good luck.