Dear Diary
God I just got home. I can't believe her. Emily. My best friend. First she tells me to go to this bar after work to hang out. So I go there and she completely stood me up. Well . . . at least for an hour. But still, I had to sit there the whole time waiting for her. I hate when she does that. I hate places like that. It's like all these people, these strangers, all around me, ugh, I felt so uncomfortable. I felt like the whole time someone was watching me, like eyes burning into my back. I was about to leave when she finally came. Of course she shows up in a drop dead sexy dress, and I'm still in my work clothes. Apparently she went home to change first, heh.
So, I decided to stick around with her a while and had a drink. But not too long. Some guy came up to her and whispered something into her ear that made her giggle. I don't know how she does it. She makes it look so easy. God I wish I could meet people as easily as she does. Well, I need to shower and feed my cats.