Singles Awareness Day strikes again....
What the fuck is wrong with people?? Well, my ex, Bunny, in particular. Hasn't he noticed that we're not together any more? Sure i still love him more than damn near anyone else in the world that i'm not blood-kin to but still...
So, there's a knock on the door this afternoon as i'm puttering about doing dishes and whatnot. I open it there's a fellow standing there holding a long, narrow white box tied up with sparkly pink ribbon. Lots and lots of sparkly pink ribbon. The fellow looks at me expectantly. I look at him in bafflement. The bafflement increases when he consults the tag on the box and says "Miriam? Would that be you?" I eye him warily. "Yes. That's me." He puts the mysterious box in my hands and asks me to sign the sheet of paper he's proffering at me. "You weren't expecting these, were you?" he asks obviously noting my stunned expression. "Not in the slightest." I reply while signing. "Well, maybe you have a secret admirer." he responds cheerfully. I shudder and say something to the effect of "I hope not. Last time i had one of those i thought i was going to have to get a restraining order." He looks a little surprised, wishes me a happy Valentine's day and toodles off to bewilder some other poor person with floral doom.
I stare at the box in my arms for a moment before carrying it inside and opening the attached card. "I love you! Jason." Jason is my ex in WV....1200 miles away and three months broken-up. I open the box and find a dozen long-stemmed red roses, baby's breath and ferns nestled in celophane and tissue paper. What the hell was the boy thinking??
*Sigh* I should have been a nun. Oh wait, i'm not religious. Scratch that. Replace "nun" with "hermit". There we go.
In other news, i should be getting my car back tomorrow. Poor little Sophie. I've missed her lots. And, finally maybe i'll be able to finish moving into my new apartment. Heaven forbid things should actually go somewhat smoothly for once. So, my car should be working properly now and i'm $450 the poorer. Oh well. It's worth it if Sophie is feeling better.
I think.
Well, enough of my babbling.
So, there's a knock on the door this afternoon as i'm puttering about doing dishes and whatnot. I open it there's a fellow standing there holding a long, narrow white box tied up with sparkly pink ribbon. Lots and lots of sparkly pink ribbon. The fellow looks at me expectantly. I look at him in bafflement. The bafflement increases when he consults the tag on the box and says "Miriam? Would that be you?" I eye him warily. "Yes. That's me." He puts the mysterious box in my hands and asks me to sign the sheet of paper he's proffering at me. "You weren't expecting these, were you?" he asks obviously noting my stunned expression. "Not in the slightest." I reply while signing. "Well, maybe you have a secret admirer." he responds cheerfully. I shudder and say something to the effect of "I hope not. Last time i had one of those i thought i was going to have to get a restraining order." He looks a little surprised, wishes me a happy Valentine's day and toodles off to bewilder some other poor person with floral doom.
I stare at the box in my arms for a moment before carrying it inside and opening the attached card. "I love you! Jason." Jason is my ex in WV....1200 miles away and three months broken-up. I open the box and find a dozen long-stemmed red roses, baby's breath and ferns nestled in celophane and tissue paper. What the hell was the boy thinking??
*Sigh* I should have been a nun. Oh wait, i'm not religious. Scratch that. Replace "nun" with "hermit". There we go.
In other news, i should be getting my car back tomorrow. Poor little Sophie. I've missed her lots. And, finally maybe i'll be able to finish moving into my new apartment. Heaven forbid things should actually go somewhat smoothly for once. So, my car should be working properly now and i'm $450 the poorer. Oh well. It's worth it if Sophie is feeling better.
I think.
Well, enough of my babbling.