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G-d I love flirting. This is one of the few good things about being single. You can flirt with people and there's no boyfriend (or girlfriend in the case of straight guys, bisexuals, and lesbians) to get pissed off at you for flirting with people you like. It's always nice to be reminded of the joys of celebicy when a relationship ends. And boy, have those joys been manifesting themselves. Someone REALLY knows how to turn me on, and you know, it's not the person I thought that it would be. Go figure, I guess.
Besides that, I've been putting along, living life day by day. My little spat with Kylie was resolved, so I'm happy about that. I've grown closer to people at a rate that surprises myself. I open up to people easily, but this is like full blown metaphorical nakedness, not pants and shirts at a time.
My mom is being her usual strange self. She hates where she works, her boss, how her boss treats other people, how much she's getting paid, and other various things. However, despite this hatred, she is reluctant to look for work somewhere else. Thusly she is traps in a pit full of quicksand, and she wont lie on her back so that she can get out. Not only this, but she comes home complaining to us about it. Since she wont get herself accepted at another job and then quit this one, we have to deal with it. Then again, I guess no matter where she works for the time being she's going to complain. I can't deny that it's annoying to hear Marty complain about her complaints to him. If she wants to talk to someone about how much a bride's mother pissed her off she can come to me. I enjoy listening to drama, and Marty would be spared, in turn sparing me from listening to him complain about it.
Bah, anyway, I think I'm done for now.
Besides that, I've been putting along, living life day by day. My little spat with Kylie was resolved, so I'm happy about that. I've grown closer to people at a rate that surprises myself. I open up to people easily, but this is like full blown metaphorical nakedness, not pants and shirts at a time.
My mom is being her usual strange self. She hates where she works, her boss, how her boss treats other people, how much she's getting paid, and other various things. However, despite this hatred, she is reluctant to look for work somewhere else. Thusly she is traps in a pit full of quicksand, and she wont lie on her back so that she can get out. Not only this, but she comes home complaining to us about it. Since she wont get herself accepted at another job and then quit this one, we have to deal with it. Then again, I guess no matter where she works for the time being she's going to complain. I can't deny that it's annoying to hear Marty complain about her complaints to him. If she wants to talk to someone about how much a bride's mother pissed her off she can come to me. I enjoy listening to drama, and Marty would be spared, in turn sparing me from listening to him complain about it.
Bah, anyway, I think I'm done for now.