an angel got his wings
update:
i work at boston pizza. been there for a couple weeks now, everything's going well there, too. it's a nice, small restaraunt. i like it.
i technically live at home with my mom and becca, but i haven't slept at my house more than once in three weeks. im there a bunch during the week, but i don't stay the night, and im never really there on the weekends. mom doesn't seem to mind, since when i am there, i pitch in, and when im not, i don't use her heat or water or electricity. i dont mind, cause when im there, i get happy mom and sister time, and when im not, i get happy colin time. and there's the segway into another topic of discussion:
colin. colin = the sweetest guy i've met since evan. or thomas. it's a tie, really. anyhoo, he's really sweet. and he's not sickly sweet, he doesn't lay on the compliment so much that it's just boring. he treats me like a human. he doesn't call me hot or sexy. he says im 'an amazing, gorgeous creature' and a 'magnificent lady'. and he's very much into chivalry. but he doesnt let me get away with shit. if im out of line around his friends, he lets me know. if i say something he doesn't appreciate, or i do something that irks him, he lets me know. but not in the mean 'im gonna pin you up against a wall' way, in the sweet 'i love you, do me this favor' way. also, he has no issue with the smoky-ness that is me. i'd forgotten how nice it was to smoke and not feel guilty or get glared at or have the silent treatment laid on me.
oh, and for his birthday, kelsey and i made him a vase/fish tank with a beta. and he named it *drum roll* consumption. as in, TB. like, *cough cough* 'Im dying'. and people wonder how i love him? he named his fish after a hollywood disease!
i work at boston pizza. been there for a couple weeks now, everything's going well there, too. it's a nice, small restaraunt. i like it.
i technically live at home with my mom and becca, but i haven't slept at my house more than once in three weeks. im there a bunch during the week, but i don't stay the night, and im never really there on the weekends. mom doesn't seem to mind, since when i am there, i pitch in, and when im not, i don't use her heat or water or electricity. i dont mind, cause when im there, i get happy mom and sister time, and when im not, i get happy colin time. and there's the segway into another topic of discussion:
colin. colin = the sweetest guy i've met since evan. or thomas. it's a tie, really. anyhoo, he's really sweet. and he's not sickly sweet, he doesn't lay on the compliment so much that it's just boring. he treats me like a human. he doesn't call me hot or sexy. he says im 'an amazing, gorgeous creature' and a 'magnificent lady'. and he's very much into chivalry. but he doesnt let me get away with shit. if im out of line around his friends, he lets me know. if i say something he doesn't appreciate, or i do something that irks him, he lets me know. but not in the mean 'im gonna pin you up against a wall' way, in the sweet 'i love you, do me this favor' way. also, he has no issue with the smoky-ness that is me. i'd forgotten how nice it was to smoke and not feel guilty or get glared at or have the silent treatment laid on me.
oh, and for his birthday, kelsey and i made him a vase/fish tank with a beta. and he named it *drum roll* consumption. as in, TB. like, *cough cough* 'Im dying'. and people wonder how i love him? he named his fish after a hollywood disease!