An Introduction...
Wednesday- November 11 2009
Weight: 165lbs
Sober
Dear Journal,
David, my boyfriend, and I got into an argument this evening. It wasn't one of those significant arguments, but more one of those "why were we even fighting to begin with?" kinda spats. I am sure by daybreak we will be talking once more. It had started in the car after he picked me up at work. We both work in the same neighborhood so sometimes when he spends the night we will carpool. I asked him what he wanted for dinner. We could drop by a market and pick up something for me to cook, stop by for bite to eat somewhere, or I could get take-out once back at my apartment.
Of course it is typical for David to not answer me intentionally trying to annoy me. I do not understand how I ended up with a man nearly 14 years older myself who acts like a child. And I HATE children. I usually need at least an hour of no non-sense after work before I can deal with things like such. Anyway, I believe I snapped at him over something arbitrary and he said he was going home leaving me to cook dinner for myself.
Turns out dinner plans were not entirely ruined. Roommate, Jeffrey, phoned & said he would be back from laundry mat shortly. He was inquiring if I wanted to join him for homemade chicken quesadillas and new episode of GLEE. Of course, with no plans for the evening I jumped at the opportunity. Besides there is some eye candy on the series.
Work Week is taking entirely too long this time around. Generally it sweeps past before I know it and I have accomplished so little. I imagine the upcoming Thanksgiving and Yuletide celebrations are cause for this. People are so frantic over Summer holiday and the beginning of Fall to complete their renovations and building that they forget all about their designers this time of year. I suppose I should be grateful as my stress levels the week before were at all time high that I was fixing to just run away from it all. Somehow I managed to place an order for $20K net cost worth of cabinetry in the wrong finish. I thought I would be sacked for sure, even though I feel I am not entirely at fault in the situation. There was much miscommunication between my clients, the manufacturer and myself making the whole ordeal hard to point the finger at someone. However, me being in charge of the project thought for sure the weight of the problem would rest on my shoulders.
I am beginning to finally start to feel myself age. My friends continuously teased me of what's to come of my lifestyle in just a few short days. They all say it all starts at age 25. I thought they were all crazy, but admittedly I have to say I am feeling more tired lately, the cocktails are beginning to slow me down the next day, and the morning after is just a total tragedy in it's self. Will I find myself drinking less? I doubt it, but time will tell.
Besides the granny-like symptoms, am excited about birthday weekend. I am not officially 25 until Monday morning, but I plan on starting Saturday evening. Jeffrey and David are throwing a cocktail and champagne party for me at my apartment that evening at 8PM. Nothing over the top: 20 to 30 people with just conversation, background music & light hors d'oeuvres. Jeffrey, the official cake-maker of friends birthday's, is trying to find a recipe for a cake that involves alcohol in some way. I am still there will much debauchery to follow probably leading us to one of the many establishments here in Midtown where I will nodoubtedly be an absolute hot tranny mess.
Should prepare for bed... it's late.
Night
b.
Weight: 165lbs
Sober
Dear Journal,
David, my boyfriend, and I got into an argument this evening. It wasn't one of those significant arguments, but more one of those "why were we even fighting to begin with?" kinda spats. I am sure by daybreak we will be talking once more. It had started in the car after he picked me up at work. We both work in the same neighborhood so sometimes when he spends the night we will carpool. I asked him what he wanted for dinner. We could drop by a market and pick up something for me to cook, stop by for bite to eat somewhere, or I could get take-out once back at my apartment.
Of course it is typical for David to not answer me intentionally trying to annoy me. I do not understand how I ended up with a man nearly 14 years older myself who acts like a child. And I HATE children. I usually need at least an hour of no non-sense after work before I can deal with things like such. Anyway, I believe I snapped at him over something arbitrary and he said he was going home leaving me to cook dinner for myself.
Turns out dinner plans were not entirely ruined. Roommate, Jeffrey, phoned & said he would be back from laundry mat shortly. He was inquiring if I wanted to join him for homemade chicken quesadillas and new episode of GLEE. Of course, with no plans for the evening I jumped at the opportunity. Besides there is some eye candy on the series.
Work Week is taking entirely too long this time around. Generally it sweeps past before I know it and I have accomplished so little. I imagine the upcoming Thanksgiving and Yuletide celebrations are cause for this. People are so frantic over Summer holiday and the beginning of Fall to complete their renovations and building that they forget all about their designers this time of year. I suppose I should be grateful as my stress levels the week before were at all time high that I was fixing to just run away from it all. Somehow I managed to place an order for $20K net cost worth of cabinetry in the wrong finish. I thought I would be sacked for sure, even though I feel I am not entirely at fault in the situation. There was much miscommunication between my clients, the manufacturer and myself making the whole ordeal hard to point the finger at someone. However, me being in charge of the project thought for sure the weight of the problem would rest on my shoulders.
I am beginning to finally start to feel myself age. My friends continuously teased me of what's to come of my lifestyle in just a few short days. They all say it all starts at age 25. I thought they were all crazy, but admittedly I have to say I am feeling more tired lately, the cocktails are beginning to slow me down the next day, and the morning after is just a total tragedy in it's self. Will I find myself drinking less? I doubt it, but time will tell.
Besides the granny-like symptoms, am excited about birthday weekend. I am not officially 25 until Monday morning, but I plan on starting Saturday evening. Jeffrey and David are throwing a cocktail and champagne party for me at my apartment that evening at 8PM. Nothing over the top: 20 to 30 people with just conversation, background music & light hors d'oeuvres. Jeffrey, the official cake-maker of friends birthday's, is trying to find a recipe for a cake that involves alcohol in some way. I am still there will much debauchery to follow probably leading us to one of the many establishments here in Midtown where I will nodoubtedly be an absolute hot tranny mess.
Should prepare for bed... it's late.
Night
b.