Mr. Pugh has a job
I'm so proud of Mr. Pugh. He's got a job! Today is his first day at Video X, a gay porn place. Unlike his previous job these folks seem friendly and are out about being gay. Mr. Pugh likes that and is very optimistic about this job. Huge thanks and gratitude to The Black Orchid, who gave Mr. Pugh his much-needed third reference. So much better than when my mom pretends not to be related to him through marriage.
I've been doing our taxes, which isn't particularly fun. I owe them some money and they owe him some money. I think we come out like, 14 dollars ahead. I hope I made a mistake. But at least I don't owe them lots of money. That would suck. I already feel like I'm always poor. Where did all my crazy swinging cash go? Mr. Pugh assures me that now that he's employed there will be a shower of crazy cash. I look forward to doing extravagant things, like paying off my Mastercard, and buying new flip-flops for summer. Such is the jet-set lifestyle.
Tonight I have a rendezvous with abigor. I've missed her. I miss the days when we had a weekly get-together, sometimes twice-weekly, for the walking from school to work.
On a related topic, this is lent. Lent commemorates the 40 days Jesus allegedly spent fasting in the desert. They don't count Sundays in the 40 days, which I think is weird, because, if, as is alleged, Jesus had fasted, he certainly wasn't getting a passover meal. In them days fasting meant fasting. Yes, kids today don't know how lucky they have it.
Lent starts on March 5 and ends on April 19, which is Mr. Pugh and my dating anniversary (Surprisingly, the end of Lent does not commemorate our anniversary, but rather celebrates Easter). During Lent Christians (and those who aren't really Christians but who go to liturgy anyway) give up something they like. It's supposed to be part of a repentance/reflection period. Most modern Christians don't actually fast (which would include not eating food during daylight hours). I also join in the not-fasting. I've decided to skip the traditional wrestling with the powers of sugar or chocolate, and I'm giving up something I really love: sloth. So I'll be getting off my ass more and getting out of the house. Walking and whatnot. The fact that I hope this will result in a slimmer, healthier body in time for summer has nothing to do with it. Really. Almost.
Cheers, I'm off to hear a sermon.
I've been doing our taxes, which isn't particularly fun. I owe them some money and they owe him some money. I think we come out like, 14 dollars ahead. I hope I made a mistake. But at least I don't owe them lots of money. That would suck. I already feel like I'm always poor. Where did all my crazy swinging cash go? Mr. Pugh assures me that now that he's employed there will be a shower of crazy cash. I look forward to doing extravagant things, like paying off my Mastercard, and buying new flip-flops for summer. Such is the jet-set lifestyle.
Tonight I have a rendezvous with abigor. I've missed her. I miss the days when we had a weekly get-together, sometimes twice-weekly, for the walking from school to work.
On a related topic, this is lent. Lent commemorates the 40 days Jesus allegedly spent fasting in the desert. They don't count Sundays in the 40 days, which I think is weird, because, if, as is alleged, Jesus had fasted, he certainly wasn't getting a passover meal. In them days fasting meant fasting. Yes, kids today don't know how lucky they have it.
Lent starts on March 5 and ends on April 19, which is Mr. Pugh and my dating anniversary (Surprisingly, the end of Lent does not commemorate our anniversary, but rather celebrates Easter). During Lent Christians (and those who aren't really Christians but who go to liturgy anyway) give up something they like. It's supposed to be part of a repentance/reflection period. Most modern Christians don't actually fast (which would include not eating food during daylight hours). I also join in the not-fasting. I've decided to skip the traditional wrestling with the powers of sugar or chocolate, and I'm giving up something I really love: sloth. So I'll be getting off my ass more and getting out of the house. Walking and whatnot. The fact that I hope this will result in a slimmer, healthier body in time for summer has nothing to do with it. Really. Almost.
Cheers, I'm off to hear a sermon.