RAWR means 'I love you' in dinosaur.
Supposed to be going out to Jackson Bottoms today to practice my bird calls and meet with Peggy about Fernhill stuff. But I'm in a bad mood and I'd much rather just stay here and meet Zac after work and go down to the fair and not have to tell Peggy that I haven't done anything on the projects I said I would take on since last week.
FML. I know I'm supposed to be doing stuff so that I can stay in her good graces and continue to get a good recommendation from her to CWS so that they'll give me a fucking job, and I want to be able to put this on my resume "Coordinator for Friends of Fernhill Wetland" or whatever. But I have no fucking clue what I'm supposed to be doing. This is the first time I've ever done shit like this and it's not coming naturally.
The fact that we're out of coffee and I'm trying to subsist on the caffeine from tea is probably not helping.
Also, I hate money.
We're going down to Bend in a few days to go camping with Zac's sister. Zac's sister is EXTREMELY anti-PDA. Which sucks, because Zac and I are very fond of physical displays of affection. We just can't do "two feet apart on the couch." We do "laying on each other lengthwise on the couch." And we're fucking happy that way, so I want to tell Katie to just bugger off and deal with it.
I just pray we get separate tents. Not even so much for anything truly elicit, but I want to have a place to snuggle my boyfriend without harsh comments from the peanut gallery. Is that too much to ask?
FML. I know I'm supposed to be doing stuff so that I can stay in her good graces and continue to get a good recommendation from her to CWS so that they'll give me a fucking job, and I want to be able to put this on my resume "Coordinator for Friends of Fernhill Wetland" or whatever. But I have no fucking clue what I'm supposed to be doing. This is the first time I've ever done shit like this and it's not coming naturally.
The fact that we're out of coffee and I'm trying to subsist on the caffeine from tea is probably not helping.
Also, I hate money.
We're going down to Bend in a few days to go camping with Zac's sister. Zac's sister is EXTREMELY anti-PDA. Which sucks, because Zac and I are very fond of physical displays of affection. We just can't do "two feet apart on the couch." We do "laying on each other lengthwise on the couch." And we're fucking happy that way, so I want to tell Katie to just bugger off and deal with it.
I just pray we get separate tents. Not even so much for anything truly elicit, but I want to have a place to snuggle my boyfriend without harsh comments from the peanut gallery. Is that too much to ask?