Good grief. I hate flying. I do. There was another major plane crash today -- in Amsterdam -- and a minor one at Centennial Airport just south of Denver. I need one more to happen before I fly next week and I should be safe to fly.
Today's reason not to date Frank: He's a picky eater. I don't know if it's down to the fact that he wasn't exposed to many different foods as he was growing up or if he's just simply picky, but he is. Right now, at this moment, I can't remember his big freak out -- was it tomatoes? I know he didn't like mushrooms... and raw onions... OR PEPPERS! Goddamn fucker didn't like peppers. Bye-bye.