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Apr 18, 2010 23:39

Its hard to be happy, with the one you love, when you know someone you care for is having a tough time with their own significant other. But unlike what I've experienced, I'm not rubbing my happiness in their face. I'm still just so surprised that I have been so lucky to be with the same person, for two whole years. He still cares for me, treats me with respect and takes care of me if I need it, and asks for very little back. He loves me in spite of my flaws, no matter how many of them I happen to think I have, and he is tolerate of the emotional rollercoaster that can be me sometimes, not just that time of the month. But the part that makes me happiest, is that he is one of the best friends I've ever had. Not to say that I haven't had great friends in my life, but its nice to actually date someone, who can also be a great friend too.

Work is annoying, but its something I can deal with. I'm job searching everyday, until I find something more tolerable, with a good amount of hours and money. I really enjoy working at Michael's though, its almost a vacation from my other job. At least I know that at Michael's,  I am not the only one actually working, and that I'm not surrounded by useles morons, i.e. my other bosses. But enough with the complaining.

We moved into a place of our own, and we love it. Its not the biggest space in the world, but its perfect for both of us and its close enough to bother of our jobs. Its nice to live with him, because I know I'm safe. Its a basement apartment, so I feel much safer. The landlord is awesome, and although the neighbours kinda suck, they are moving out at the end of the month, so I can't be too upset. The only irritating part, is that we work different shifts, different hours, so its hard to work around that. But its okay, we're happy.

Well, Im sleepy. So I'm gonna head to bed. Its nice to not feel depressed writing on here for once :)
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