A diary with no lock, left in plain view on a nightstand in the upper room of a secluded house on the bayou.

I've caught him tapping away on that laptop of his. A man that attentive has to know he's being watched, right? I bet he just wants me to think I'm as sneaky as he is.

My papi. Creepy? Maybe. I never did like that word, but somehow it fits. I'm so not one of those girls, but how many guys are like this one? Ugh. I sound romantic. Soooo not the plan. But really now, where to start? I don't even do the diary thing, but this has been a super weird week to begin with. I miss Isela. Why did she get to ... nevermind. Like I want to stay on the ranch and play house. Nooo, I get to play house on the bayou instead. Well, I guess that's a little better.

Oh, and this part with me babysitting. Can you say awkward? I'm not that kind of nurse. Must be doing something right, though, if I got hauled off to Louisiana for this job. It's weird here, but I've heard there's good music in New Orleans. I could go for some blues and jazz. Oh, and coffee. Goodbye Nescafé, hell-o Café du Monde. Or something like that?

Rambling again, yay. What else ... speaking of coffee, shouldn't have had that extra shot from the Grind before going on baby duty tonight, but oh well. Boss man will be happy the house is clean, so it's all good.

Ooh. There's this bar, right? Guess what it's called? The Titty Twister. Just like in Dusk 'til Dawn. Minus the vampires and Penelope's nasty tequila-feet fetish. The girls aren't too bad on the eyes, though. Papi's got good taste, but we already knew that. He's got me. ^_^

Mmph. I need a job. Like, the 'legit' kind. Unless I'm supposed to be watching the diapered duo for ... huh. Note to self, ask how long we're going to be here. The ring-wearing (ha, he thinks I didn't catch that one either?) would imply "a long damn time" but ... look who we're talking about. (Papi, if you read this? Te amo, lol j/k?)

Soooo ... yeah. Day job, girlfriend, boyfriend, something. Clearly I'm going loca. Maybe I'll tag along for day one at the college? I never got to go to one myself, obviously, but supposedly most of them have the free love thing going on. And this chica cannot live on old-man hugs alone.