Dog Gone It

SO...my actual "London Life" is pretty non-existent lately. I've been working like a dog in a cafe that's tanking by the day. AND to top it off I haven't fully extracted Rob (hot English guy I went out with that no longer calls me) from my brain!! What did I do wrong?? He gave out all the signs (Meeting his friends, taking me to a work function, asking me to take the train up to see his parents...etc) Whatever! He's going bald anyway. I can't have that! Well there goes another customer! I lose more customers that way! But Paul's back (Kinda cute English guy that happened to kiss me when we were both drunk after the pub) and man he's looking huge! This guy needs to lay off the Creatine! There is such a thing as working out but he is looking more and more like beef cake everyday! HUGE! Some guys get so obsessed. AND to top everything off...I'm totally home sick! Okay I must remember 3 more months. Those suckers will fly by. But it doesn't help that all my friends were at the Dodger game last night (back at home). Then just when I was feeling better bc they were losing (hee hee)...they did this amazing come back! Fuckers! Ugh! I can't win. I could actually go for a Dodger Dog right about now. Yum.