Mood: 
Listening to: Rammstein’s Das Modell
Okay. New boy from Tinder is rocking my socks off. He’s using ChatGPT though, I could tell from the amount of emojis because no grown man uses 2-3 in a response unless he’s a child and when he sent a message that was a bold font, I could tell that was from an AI. I have to change the formatting before sending my messages. It’s okay though because I too am using an AI to help spice up our conversation. I don’t know what to say and the AI just does the talking for me. I’m half flattered, half “wtf”. How can I be mad about him doing something that I’m doing? At least he’s communicating with me, unlike Mark who couldn’t find the time in his busy, unemployed schedule to send a “sup” or even a “ugh, my day sucks”. Anyway! I’m planning this date with him. I won’t reveal a name because if I did that with every potential person I’d be going on a date with, I’d go through the alphabet three times over.
Mark asked to keep Viv an extra day because of family that’s visiting from out of town. I’m annoyed because he knew they were fucking coming, for like months. Why ask me the day before she’s supposed to be dropped off if you can keep her for an extra day? I guess I overreacted because I asked him to keep her all week and he obliged. I’ll miss her but I’ve got so much to do in her room while she’s gone.
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