I'm eating solid foods!
Here is a random ‘venting’ that I recently rediscovered. To save time, I type my entries in word while at home and when I get the rare chance to update, its as easy as cut-copy-paste!
“ I often wonder what Brians last relationship was like. Did they hold hands? Kiss in public? Did he wrap a Christmas gift? Where flowers ever given? What about a romantic massage? Did they ever say ‘I love you’ during the day? Hugs goodbye? But then, every once in a while, I think of things he does for me but maybe not for her. I am sure there are only a few, if any, but one likes to dream.”
There, that was it. I’m doing better. My tooth is feeling much better, as is my jaw and cold. I’ve spent the last three nights at Brians, how I miss that. Horace wasn’t so happy, but I was home for a few hours last night before he called. As much as I love my friends at work, I really wish they would leave me alone about what to do with Brian. I love him, I need to learn things on my own and only I know what I feel and the reasons behind my feelings. Sometimes I think my friends just don’t like seeing me happy. Of all the ‘friends’ at work whom I told I was moving to Main/Boston, only one seemed concerned asking why. I said, I don’t really have a reason to stay. His response, you have me. Aaawww! What a great guy to say that.
Today I received three pieces of mail that were posted on January 2, 4 and 5. One was a bill. Damn the USPS! *angrily shakes fist towards mailbox* My hours have been cut by 25% at work. I really hope people start calling me for job interviews. Yesterday, I had some time to spare before my Dr. appt so I went to office depot to get some supplies before my next show starts and then I went into a shoe store. All the pretty shoes! Alas, I did not buy any. The girl in me was dying but I was a good girl and walked away in my old shoes. I’d rather spend that money at Olive Garden, Cheesecake Factory, camping or going to Chicago. Mom told me that she got a call regarding one of those trips where they pay for everything and all you need to do is listen to a 2-3 hour talk on timeshares, saying ‘no’ often. As a child, we did that a few times. Las Vegas, here I come! *fingers crossed*
“ I often wonder what Brians last relationship was like. Did they hold hands? Kiss in public? Did he wrap a Christmas gift? Where flowers ever given? What about a romantic massage? Did they ever say ‘I love you’ during the day? Hugs goodbye? But then, every once in a while, I think of things he does for me but maybe not for her. I am sure there are only a few, if any, but one likes to dream.”
There, that was it. I’m doing better. My tooth is feeling much better, as is my jaw and cold. I’ve spent the last three nights at Brians, how I miss that. Horace wasn’t so happy, but I was home for a few hours last night before he called. As much as I love my friends at work, I really wish they would leave me alone about what to do with Brian. I love him, I need to learn things on my own and only I know what I feel and the reasons behind my feelings. Sometimes I think my friends just don’t like seeing me happy. Of all the ‘friends’ at work whom I told I was moving to Main/Boston, only one seemed concerned asking why. I said, I don’t really have a reason to stay. His response, you have me. Aaawww! What a great guy to say that.
Today I received three pieces of mail that were posted on January 2, 4 and 5. One was a bill. Damn the USPS! *angrily shakes fist towards mailbox* My hours have been cut by 25% at work. I really hope people start calling me for job interviews. Yesterday, I had some time to spare before my Dr. appt so I went to office depot to get some supplies before my next show starts and then I went into a shoe store. All the pretty shoes! Alas, I did not buy any. The girl in me was dying but I was a good girl and walked away in my old shoes. I’d rather spend that money at Olive Garden, Cheesecake Factory, camping or going to Chicago. Mom told me that she got a call regarding one of those trips where they pay for everything and all you need to do is listen to a 2-3 hour talk on timeshares, saying ‘no’ often. As a child, we did that a few times. Las Vegas, here I come! *fingers crossed*