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August is almost over, kyaa! That means Kimmy will be here soon! I almost couldn't get the time off, yet I cleared it with my boss like 2 months ago! But that's because the rest of the staff are fucking useless. One fucks up so badly the boss doesn't want her closing EVER AGAIN, so that leaves the other lady who never switches shifts, unless it's her who wants to switch. But she actually did so I got the two days off that I needed! I took of 5 days, that's it! And yet she can take of 10 with no problem? How does that make sense?
Oh well, I got it off!
Fuck, it was a weird week last week, 3 of the 5 days I saw Jackson. 3 days in a row he was in my store. And he ALWAYS gives me that gorgeous melt-you-into-your-shoes smile. And then the last day I saw Brandon ...now THAT was weird. Trevor came in to get smokes and Brandon waited outside and then as Trevor was leaving Brandon came in and was like "I hate stopping by and not coming in and saying hello" yet he does it ALL THE TIME. Then he asked me to stand outside and talk with them while they had a smoke. Trevor was like "Nice shoes!" and then they BOTH checked out my ass ...not subtly either ...like, nice boys, really nice, totally didn't see that. Trevor got asking about my tattoo's so Brandon was checking it out and asked if there was still a scab on it, so I held out my hand for him to look at and he held my wrist while he rubbed his finger really gently over it and then instead of just letting go of my hand he ran his fingers down the inside of my wrist and over my hand. What. The. Hell?
Penny was teasing me the other day. I've lost enough weight that I can wear my t-shirts that I never thought I'd be able to wear without a sweater or baggy shirt over it cause they WERE skin tight. Yeah, they're totally loose now. But it was actually cold so I had to keep my sweater on, I was a little sad about that. That was the day Brandon came in. I'm all boobs, hips and shoulders now. SIGH. I walked into the post office to see if I had mail and Penny said "Skinny waist!!!" LOL.
So naturally, none of my clothes fit properly, SIGH. Everything is getting too big!! All my pants fall down, so I have to wear a belt with everything, but my belt is getting too big! I'm on the last hole and they still don't sit right. Even my shorts!
I think I'm down to 164? From 180. Keep in mind that I'm really muscular. And with the fat I'm losing, it's becoming more obvious. SIGH. I have huge thighs and they're ALL muscle, it's getting annoying! My waist is getting small, and my hips are sticking out more, but my thighs are the same, but that's because of the muscle ...it's damn annoying. I'm built like my mom though, so I'm doomed.
Oh fuck, speaking of my mom. Okay, I've probably mentioned several times that our house is haunted, well, this happened a few weeks ago but mom couldn't sleep so she was reading (we're a family of insomniacs) and she felt a cat jump up on the bed and lay between her legs. Okay, whatever, it must be Tiki. So she felt it shake it's head and scratch it's ear cause it was bumping her leg so she looked down and there was NOTHING THERE. She thought maybe Tiki had jumped down so she got up and looked around and there was no Tiki, so when she tried to get back into bed the comforter wouldn't lift. Where she thought the cat was laying was pinned to the bed, so she actually had to crawl in bed AROUND this spot because the blanket wouldn't lift, like something was lying on it. And since then, Tiki won't lay in that spot of the bed, he always used to curl up between my moms legs (she has to sleep on her back) and since then he refuses. Fucking house, LOL.
Updating story, so Kim has something to read when she gets back!
Oh well, I got it off!
Fuck, it was a weird week last week, 3 of the 5 days I saw Jackson. 3 days in a row he was in my store. And he ALWAYS gives me that gorgeous melt-you-into-your-shoes smile. And then the last day I saw Brandon ...now THAT was weird. Trevor came in to get smokes and Brandon waited outside and then as Trevor was leaving Brandon came in and was like "I hate stopping by and not coming in and saying hello" yet he does it ALL THE TIME. Then he asked me to stand outside and talk with them while they had a smoke. Trevor was like "Nice shoes!" and then they BOTH checked out my ass ...not subtly either ...like, nice boys, really nice, totally didn't see that. Trevor got asking about my tattoo's so Brandon was checking it out and asked if there was still a scab on it, so I held out my hand for him to look at and he held my wrist while he rubbed his finger really gently over it and then instead of just letting go of my hand he ran his fingers down the inside of my wrist and over my hand. What. The. Hell?
Penny was teasing me the other day. I've lost enough weight that I can wear my t-shirts that I never thought I'd be able to wear without a sweater or baggy shirt over it cause they WERE skin tight. Yeah, they're totally loose now. But it was actually cold so I had to keep my sweater on, I was a little sad about that. That was the day Brandon came in. I'm all boobs, hips and shoulders now. SIGH. I walked into the post office to see if I had mail and Penny said "Skinny waist!!!" LOL.
So naturally, none of my clothes fit properly, SIGH. Everything is getting too big!! All my pants fall down, so I have to wear a belt with everything, but my belt is getting too big! I'm on the last hole and they still don't sit right. Even my shorts!
I think I'm down to 164? From 180. Keep in mind that I'm really muscular. And with the fat I'm losing, it's becoming more obvious. SIGH. I have huge thighs and they're ALL muscle, it's getting annoying! My waist is getting small, and my hips are sticking out more, but my thighs are the same, but that's because of the muscle ...it's damn annoying. I'm built like my mom though, so I'm doomed.
Oh fuck, speaking of my mom. Okay, I've probably mentioned several times that our house is haunted, well, this happened a few weeks ago but mom couldn't sleep so she was reading (we're a family of insomniacs) and she felt a cat jump up on the bed and lay between her legs. Okay, whatever, it must be Tiki. So she felt it shake it's head and scratch it's ear cause it was bumping her leg so she looked down and there was NOTHING THERE. She thought maybe Tiki had jumped down so she got up and looked around and there was no Tiki, so when she tried to get back into bed the comforter wouldn't lift. Where she thought the cat was laying was pinned to the bed, so she actually had to crawl in bed AROUND this spot because the blanket wouldn't lift, like something was lying on it. And since then, Tiki won't lay in that spot of the bed, he always used to curl up between my moms legs (she has to sleep on her back) and since then he refuses. Fucking house, LOL.
Updating story, so Kim has something to read when she gets back!