I hate when posts get deleted. I REALLY hate it.
...But since I'm at Starbucks for the next hour until Significant Other gets off work, I might as well re-post at least some of it.
HOW IS YOUR NEW HOUSE?
Thanks for asking. We got a bed on Sunday, finally. Thank you, my parents. I love the bed. It is comfy and nice and sleep-on-able (I was more enthusiastic in the last one, but now I'm pissy). TV and Video Games are important to human survival. Now we have dresser, TV on dresser, two bedside tables, bed/couch, and shelf thing. I'd say we're sufficiently furniture'd.
S.O. is a great cook. I mean, we've pretty much had the same thing for dinner every night - chicken, rice/pasta, and corn/peas (save last night when we had yummy yummy potatoes) - and it's still delicious! The man it's a marvel. And I think his favorite new thing is garlic salt. Maybe mine too.
FAIL!COOKIES
In other news, I tried to make chocolate chip cookies for Joe to celebrate moving in and because he's been working very hard and getting stressed out. He was touched, I was happy, until we both realized that the oven doesn't work. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I have to talk to the landlord about it now. She's a sweet lady, but I'm just annoyed that things aren't working (took 5 days to get the internet working, the toaster won't turn OFF, and this).
STARBUCKS
Lastly - I'm getting a job at the Starbucks in the mall soon. Significant Other's helping me out, and his boss is giving me a recommendation. Yay! So this morning I woke up when S.O.'s alarm went off at 5:10 or whatever ungodly hour it was. It didn't bother me, cause it meant I got to kiss him good morning, watch him get ready for work, and go back to sleep. And goodness me I wanted nothing more. Until he said that he'd thought of asking if "you wanted to come to work with me today, you know, just to get a feel for it. But I thought you might not wa-"
At which point I told him to gimme a kiss, because it's "the equivalent of a scooby snack" for me. He did so, and I sprang out of bed, saying "Scooby rooby rooooooo!" and got ready to go to work along with him.
Brought my laptop and the songwriting book I got for my birthday. Read the book, did a few exercises, buckled down and wrote two songs (much editing and revising needed, but they're two full songs which is a pretty big accomplishment for me, just writing on command), and observed the goings-on at the coolest Starbucks ever. Hopped off to Bagel Street Cafe and got a cinnamon raisin bagel with butter. It was yummy.
FUCK YOU, I'M AN ANTEATER
google this^
Later gators,
-Julie
HOW IS YOUR NEW HOUSE?
Thanks for asking. We got a bed on Sunday, finally. Thank you, my parents. I love the bed. It is comfy and nice and sleep-on-able (I was more enthusiastic in the last one, but now I'm pissy). TV and Video Games are important to human survival. Now we have dresser, TV on dresser, two bedside tables, bed/couch, and shelf thing. I'd say we're sufficiently furniture'd.
S.O. is a great cook. I mean, we've pretty much had the same thing for dinner every night - chicken, rice/pasta, and corn/peas (save last night when we had yummy yummy potatoes) - and it's still delicious! The man it's a marvel. And I think his favorite new thing is garlic salt. Maybe mine too.
FAIL!COOKIES
In other news, I tried to make chocolate chip cookies for Joe to celebrate moving in and because he's been working very hard and getting stressed out. He was touched, I was happy, until we both realized that the oven doesn't work. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I have to talk to the landlord about it now. She's a sweet lady, but I'm just annoyed that things aren't working (took 5 days to get the internet working, the toaster won't turn OFF, and this).
STARBUCKS
Lastly - I'm getting a job at the Starbucks in the mall soon. Significant Other's helping me out, and his boss is giving me a recommendation. Yay! So this morning I woke up when S.O.'s alarm went off at 5:10 or whatever ungodly hour it was. It didn't bother me, cause it meant I got to kiss him good morning, watch him get ready for work, and go back to sleep. And goodness me I wanted nothing more. Until he said that he'd thought of asking if "you wanted to come to work with me today, you know, just to get a feel for it. But I thought you might not wa-"
At which point I told him to gimme a kiss, because it's "the equivalent of a scooby snack" for me. He did so, and I sprang out of bed, saying "Scooby rooby rooooooo!" and got ready to go to work along with him.
Brought my laptop and the songwriting book I got for my birthday. Read the book, did a few exercises, buckled down and wrote two songs (much editing and revising needed, but they're two full songs which is a pretty big accomplishment for me, just writing on command), and observed the goings-on at the coolest Starbucks ever. Hopped off to Bagel Street Cafe and got a cinnamon raisin bagel with butter. It was yummy.
FUCK YOU, I'M AN ANTEATER
google this^
Later gators,
-Julie