190 and hopeful.
I know what that number means to me.
It means freedom, and hope.
It means changes in the coming weeks.
It means, pain, sweat and tears.
It means temptations denial and self restraint.
It means a lot to me.
It is a goal and although not lofty, still feels like years away.
Well, it'll happen, so they say.
Time to drink more water and walk it all away.
Starting to get excited about my upcoming trip, I already have the perfect outfit for the BB museum.
Now, what will I wear to the Shaker Village?
Really want to see my boys come training time.
I would feel so honored.
All that aggression and sweat, so male and wonderful!
Men in skates, yes going to my happy place!
Work hasn't been too horrible as of late.
Even though I'm working a lot, it hasn't gotten me down too much.
Still can't believe B&N hasn't called me for a job.
Seems as though employers want the perfect person for the job, or "Hey we have too many applications. Let's not choose anyone with an "S" or "C" in their name. Good idea."
Haven't seen the hotter than hot guy at work lately.
Don't have a name for him either, other than the hot one.
He's tall, strong, dark and handsome.
My god, he just oozes sex. Like I want to go up to him and tap him on the shoulder and tell him, "Excuse me. Please stop coming to work. You're making me think of sex. At work. I'm thinking of sweating, and panting, and pain, and desire." Yup, I was on the treadmill for twenty minutes.
Maybe he left because he was just too damn hot to look at.
My god, I feel my tongue hanging out of my mouth when he's around.
My not so hot, but kind of cute guy who used to say hi to me is totally not saying anything to me or getting in my line.
I think he found someone cuter and younger and thinner than me.
Oh, well. See if I say hi to him ever again.
No that would be rude.
I just won't say, "hi" and think, "oh yes. Me like you. You have long hair. Talk to me long enough and I'll giggle like a schoolgirl and embarrass the hell out of myself."
Yup, no more IQ points lost on that one, I have bigger fish to fry and lust over...Speaking of which...
Working on my Cert. for the daily art prompt.
I want it to have my man, but can't figure out a title.
"Going Gaga For Gul Dukat"?
"Google degree in Gul Dukat"?
"Giddy Gal for Gul D?"
"Digging Dukat"
"Dukat's Dolls"?
"Dukat makes me a girl gone wild"?
"Dreaming of Dukat"
"You had me at Dukat"
"Sorry I only date bad guys"
"Cardassian romance specialist"
It means freedom, and hope.
It means changes in the coming weeks.
It means, pain, sweat and tears.
It means temptations denial and self restraint.
It means a lot to me.
It is a goal and although not lofty, still feels like years away.
Well, it'll happen, so they say.
Time to drink more water and walk it all away.
Starting to get excited about my upcoming trip, I already have the perfect outfit for the BB museum.
Now, what will I wear to the Shaker Village?
Really want to see my boys come training time.
I would feel so honored.
All that aggression and sweat, so male and wonderful!
Men in skates, yes going to my happy place!
Work hasn't been too horrible as of late.
Even though I'm working a lot, it hasn't gotten me down too much.
Still can't believe B&N hasn't called me for a job.
Seems as though employers want the perfect person for the job, or "Hey we have too many applications. Let's not choose anyone with an "S" or "C" in their name. Good idea."
Haven't seen the hotter than hot guy at work lately.
Don't have a name for him either, other than the hot one.
He's tall, strong, dark and handsome.
My god, he just oozes sex. Like I want to go up to him and tap him on the shoulder and tell him, "Excuse me. Please stop coming to work. You're making me think of sex. At work. I'm thinking of sweating, and panting, and pain, and desire." Yup, I was on the treadmill for twenty minutes.
Maybe he left because he was just too damn hot to look at.
My god, I feel my tongue hanging out of my mouth when he's around.
My not so hot, but kind of cute guy who used to say hi to me is totally not saying anything to me or getting in my line.
I think he found someone cuter and younger and thinner than me.
Oh, well. See if I say hi to him ever again.
No that would be rude.
I just won't say, "hi" and think, "oh yes. Me like you. You have long hair. Talk to me long enough and I'll giggle like a schoolgirl and embarrass the hell out of myself."
Yup, no more IQ points lost on that one, I have bigger fish to fry and lust over...Speaking of which...
Working on my Cert. for the daily art prompt.
I want it to have my man, but can't figure out a title.
"Going Gaga For Gul Dukat"?
"Google degree in Gul Dukat"?
"Giddy Gal for Gul D?"
"Digging Dukat"
"Dukat's Dolls"?
"Dukat makes me a girl gone wild"?
"Dreaming of Dukat"
"You had me at Dukat"
"Sorry I only date bad guys"
"Cardassian romance specialist"