It's Good To Have Goals
My current one? Remain in these pajamas. All. Day. Long.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, holidays. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
1. Horse!Sam is getting regularly worked and as a consequence is at his least-possessed-by- Satan. Happy, satisfied horsey-gal times indeed.
2. Went to the movies yesterday with FIS and his kid, who is seven years old and can work his iPhone more effectively than he can. Thing I could stand to watch more of: Hot Israeli badass gently chiding small adorable girl. In Hebrew. *loin quiver*
3. I finally sacked up and called TIG back after avoiding his voicemail message for two days. Spent the better part of an hour on the phone with him discussing the latest debacle he has made of his love sex life, and his long-overdue epiphany that he is made of douchebag. Fielded genuine apology for his asshattery towards me and responded with honesty and frankness. Verdict: He either needs to come to grips with who he is and be okay with that, or change. One of the two. But I really needed to go because I had a date with the hot Israeli who has already grasped the reality that I am not a raging evil liar whore. We hung up on good terms. This pleases me. As Wellsy reminded me on Friday: "You know, sometimes you don't get over people. Some people you just carry around forever and you can't help it. He's that guy for you, and that's alright. It's not a crime, Dragons."
And yes. I care deeply about this man, for reasons known only to the cosmos, and possibly always will. For better or for worse. Today I feel okay about that.
4. Had dinner with PK from work, and then we hung out at the casino for a while. Gambling is not my bag, and fills my poverty-striken ass with neurotic anxiety, so I gave PK my twenty dollars allocated spending money and let him have at it on the blackjack table. He won me sixty bucks! And when he encouraged me to drop my winnings on the roulette table for an even bigger score, I hugged my six $10 chips to my breast and told him he could fuck right off. I cashed out and gleefully filled my tank with free petrol on the way home. *\o/* Little things, people. Little things. Anyway. It was a nice dinner, and the company didn't suck.
5. I am in my pajamas at 2pm. *smug face*
6. I do not have to feel guilty about #5.
That is all. I think I'ma chill out on the couch with Gideon's Spies and read more about the heartbreaking betrayal of Ismail Sowan by the Mossad. This book is lighting up my international-political-nerd switchboard like the Fourth of July. I'm going to keep track of my reading list this year. So many good books for Christmas. So. Many. Good. Wordies.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, holidays. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
1. Horse!Sam is getting regularly worked and as a consequence is at his least-possessed-by- Satan. Happy, satisfied horsey-gal times indeed.
2. Went to the movies yesterday with FIS and his kid, who is seven years old and can work his iPhone more effectively than he can. Thing I could stand to watch more of: Hot Israeli badass gently chiding small adorable girl. In Hebrew. *loin quiver*
3. I finally sacked up and called TIG back after avoiding his voicemail message for two days. Spent the better part of an hour on the phone with him discussing the latest debacle he has made of his love sex life, and his long-overdue epiphany that he is made of douchebag. Fielded genuine apology for his asshattery towards me and responded with honesty and frankness. Verdict: He either needs to come to grips with who he is and be okay with that, or change. One of the two. But I really needed to go because I had a date with the hot Israeli who has already grasped the reality that I am not a raging evil liar whore. We hung up on good terms. This pleases me. As Wellsy reminded me on Friday: "You know, sometimes you don't get over people. Some people you just carry around forever and you can't help it. He's that guy for you, and that's alright. It's not a crime, Dragons."
And yes. I care deeply about this man, for reasons known only to the cosmos, and possibly always will. For better or for worse. Today I feel okay about that.
4. Had dinner with PK from work, and then we hung out at the casino for a while. Gambling is not my bag, and fills my poverty-striken ass with neurotic anxiety, so I gave PK my twenty dollars allocated spending money and let him have at it on the blackjack table. He won me sixty bucks! And when he encouraged me to drop my winnings on the roulette table for an even bigger score, I hugged my six $10 chips to my breast and told him he could fuck right off. I cashed out and gleefully filled my tank with free petrol on the way home. *\o/* Little things, people. Little things. Anyway. It was a nice dinner, and the company didn't suck.
5. I am in my pajamas at 2pm. *smug face*
6. I do not have to feel guilty about #5.
That is all. I think I'ma chill out on the couch with Gideon's Spies and read more about the heartbreaking betrayal of Ismail Sowan by the Mossad. This book is lighting up my international-political-nerd switchboard like the Fourth of July. I'm going to keep track of my reading list this year. So many good books for Christmas. So. Many. Good. Wordies.