Jan 27, 2006 16:24
Well, I no longer live with my Father. I moved into my boyfriend's apartment over off Hurstborne. No, it's not the same boyfriend though. Pretty much right after I updated on how good Chris and I were doing he got mad at my not having my cell phone on me and broke up with me. So I said "fuck it" when he wanted to get back together and hooked up with the head supervisor who has been trying to get with me ever since I started at Ford.
Mom always said to find someone who is rich and makes salary instead of hourly wages. "Marry rich" were her exact words; though the thought of marriage is far from our minds at the moment.
It's nice having an apartment, and "my man" is really cool, so whoever wants to hang out, give me a call. Haha!
I have to get Mannie, my kitten, declawed. Derrick likes him, but he loves his leather furniture and glass tables more. So I said I'd get him declawed so that he would be happy; he is scheduled for next Friday to get them off. I feel so unhappy about it, but got to do what I got to do. He will just have to get over his allergies since I'm doing this to my baby.