Danger Will Robinson...

My crushes feel more dangerous now. Like they are all true possibilities. Like the quality of the people I have crushes on is improving. What am I to do? As the quality improves it is harder to sluff these crushes of. Many of my coworkers are from the phillipines or Somolia or Samoa or Guatamala. For some reason[it might be the storeies I keep teling them] over the past months), they have decided that i am a slut. It is the first time in my life that I have had a reputation. And it is funny. When you have one, people say everything to you with inuendo..." Jeff get me that box of paper, sexy boy..." or "You look like you didn't sleep last night..." In the end I can only imagine this is a good thing for me. I like having a rep. And I do not have to answer any questions. I just raise my eyebrows.

Thanksgiving was tiring.

I need to sleep.

I need to organize these crushes.

If you are reading this and you wonder if you are one of my crushes: It is very likely that you are!

Heart,
Jeffrey

Halloween crushes...

The squid. The maid. The girl dressed like nothing. The Robot. The squid. The 6 girls in uniform. I did not realise how much I like that. Makes one wonder. I should be in bed. But I am thinking about crushes. And girls who study science. Also a long past crush entered my life again. but she asked me for my friend's info. It was a moment of excitement quickly followed by a flattened feeling. Oh well...