.: everytime I try to go where I really wanna be it's already where I am :.
After I got a very heartfelt email from my friend Brian last night it made me want to go visit him more than ever. I miss him a lot. In his email he said he had read my journal and it made him sad about Dan too and about how he thinks of Dan all the time (he and Dan were really close friends) and how you really don't know how much your friends mean to you until they are gone. He told me he loved me and that we needed to talk soon.
It brought tears to my eyes to read that email, because it really reaffirmed just how many great people I have in my life and how blessed I am to have such amazing people around me. I think it's funny how I know if I ever was in a crisis or needed anything desperately the first people I would call would be my friends. Shouldn't your first call be your parents? I assume it should be, but it really isn't in my case.
Today when I woke up I felt like complete ass. Not even a cute ass, more like a 40-year-old saggy J-Lo ass. (You like that mental picture, right? ha)
So I called work, said I would be in late, and turned on the TV. It turns out that there is really nothing good on at 7:30 in the morning. I watched Designing Women, then Golden Girls, oddly both of which were about money problems, and then I watched a little bit of TLC, A Baby Story was on. [side note: I don't know if I will EVER be a strong enough woman to endure childbirth, jesus that looks painful.]
It was then I decided that I should go to work. I was having a good hair day, just for kicks I tried on some pants that I bought in July of 2001 when I got my first law firm job and not only did they fit, there is a little room for comfort in them, and my makeup looked pretty damn good, so why not let others join in on my happy skinny day?
Work has been good. No drama, no rush jobs of anything, it's been smooth sailing.
I have nothing to complain about with Miguel. I called him around 11:30 yesterday morning, we had a nice pleasant cute talk and he called last night, just like he said he would. He seemed willing to come over, but I was all about sleeping for something like 12 hours, so I just said I would see him Thursday night, and I would probably end up taking off work Friday since we haven't had an entire day together to just be with each other in ages, and I don't feel like working on Friday anyway.
I think tonight I will share my night with my boyfriend, a bottle of my favorite wine, and my laundry. Hopefully he is willing to help fold clothes, which I doubt, therefore, note to self: hook up your playstation tonight and tell Miguel to bring Madden.
But then again, if for some reason I feel obligated to go to work tomorrow inbetween now and the time I talk to Miguel, I will just tell him that I will see him on Friday night and go to Midnight Rodeo with Ryan. My priorities are so messed up. I'm aware.
It brought tears to my eyes to read that email, because it really reaffirmed just how many great people I have in my life and how blessed I am to have such amazing people around me. I think it's funny how I know if I ever was in a crisis or needed anything desperately the first people I would call would be my friends. Shouldn't your first call be your parents? I assume it should be, but it really isn't in my case.
Today when I woke up I felt like complete ass. Not even a cute ass, more like a 40-year-old saggy J-Lo ass. (You like that mental picture, right? ha)
So I called work, said I would be in late, and turned on the TV. It turns out that there is really nothing good on at 7:30 in the morning. I watched Designing Women, then Golden Girls, oddly both of which were about money problems, and then I watched a little bit of TLC, A Baby Story was on. [side note: I don't know if I will EVER be a strong enough woman to endure childbirth, jesus that looks painful.]
It was then I decided that I should go to work. I was having a good hair day, just for kicks I tried on some pants that I bought in July of 2001 when I got my first law firm job and not only did they fit, there is a little room for comfort in them, and my makeup looked pretty damn good, so why not let others join in on my happy skinny day?
Work has been good. No drama, no rush jobs of anything, it's been smooth sailing.
I have nothing to complain about with Miguel. I called him around 11:30 yesterday morning, we had a nice pleasant cute talk and he called last night, just like he said he would. He seemed willing to come over, but I was all about sleeping for something like 12 hours, so I just said I would see him Thursday night, and I would probably end up taking off work Friday since we haven't had an entire day together to just be with each other in ages, and I don't feel like working on Friday anyway.
I think tonight I will share my night with my boyfriend, a bottle of my favorite wine, and my laundry. Hopefully he is willing to help fold clothes, which I doubt, therefore, note to self: hook up your playstation tonight and tell Miguel to bring Madden.
But then again, if for some reason I feel obligated to go to work tomorrow inbetween now and the time I talk to Miguel, I will just tell him that I will see him on Friday night and go to Midnight Rodeo with Ryan. My priorities are so messed up. I'm aware.