Oh, Big Booty, Big Booty, Big Booty
Awww yea, Big booty.
Ok. Somehow, magically, with all powers combined, I'm keeping up with everything. School is going fine, work is excellent, and my relationship is going along swimmingly.
Things that I've let go: I can't seem to keep anything clean for a period of longer than 48 hours. I can't seem to sleep. I'm not on top of Matthew's school work. And something or another about an english paper.
Whatev. I have the night off.
This morning, I awoke to find an empty mouse cage. That's a bad thing. Kip Holden is loose in the apartment, and he's a murderous bastard, so I have to find him. (Insert a moment of frustration because I promised I'd never write my cat's name all spelled out because it's actually a symbol) Cairo, the cat, is probably going to have a dead little present for me when I get home. Cheers!
Work is doing pretty good. Some people I work with aren't doing their job appropriately, but that happens where-ever you go. As it goes with bartenders inclosed in a tiny space, we all know who does or does not do what. But that's ok. My least favorite person to work behind has quit, so more things are sure to get done around there.
Currently, it's raining pretty hard outside and Matthew is going to pick me up. Our anniversary is coming up. We're going to Johnette's house for a parade/party and then off to do some couple/couple/gushy/crap. His birthday is on April 18th and since I know he's going to read this, I'm not writing what I'm getting him. SO HA!
Some guy might come stay with me from Portland. Another friend will be in town from Texas. Chris will be in town from Virginia. Exciteable?
Tomorrow I have work at 8:30AM - 3PM, then from 3PM - till. Wednesday is the same. Saturday I'm off for anniversary business.
That's all I got. Tonight is "ORGANIZATION NIGHT"! That night in the middle of the semester when I go buy new school supplies and re-organize everything to get me through the rest of the semester! Then I'll wash clothes! Then I'll clean house!
(Oh what a world it seems I live in...)
Hey Catherine, big booby lady, call me.
Ok. Somehow, magically, with all powers combined, I'm keeping up with everything. School is going fine, work is excellent, and my relationship is going along swimmingly.
Things that I've let go: I can't seem to keep anything clean for a period of longer than 48 hours. I can't seem to sleep. I'm not on top of Matthew's school work. And something or another about an english paper.
Whatev. I have the night off.
This morning, I awoke to find an empty mouse cage. That's a bad thing. Kip Holden is loose in the apartment, and he's a murderous bastard, so I have to find him. (Insert a moment of frustration because I promised I'd never write my cat's name all spelled out because it's actually a symbol) Cairo, the cat, is probably going to have a dead little present for me when I get home. Cheers!
Work is doing pretty good. Some people I work with aren't doing their job appropriately, but that happens where-ever you go. As it goes with bartenders inclosed in a tiny space, we all know who does or does not do what. But that's ok. My least favorite person to work behind has quit, so more things are sure to get done around there.
Currently, it's raining pretty hard outside and Matthew is going to pick me up. Our anniversary is coming up. We're going to Johnette's house for a parade/party and then off to do some couple/couple/gushy/crap. His birthday is on April 18th and since I know he's going to read this, I'm not writing what I'm getting him. SO HA!
Some guy might come stay with me from Portland. Another friend will be in town from Texas. Chris will be in town from Virginia. Exciteable?
Tomorrow I have work at 8:30AM - 3PM, then from 3PM - till. Wednesday is the same. Saturday I'm off for anniversary business.
That's all I got. Tonight is "ORGANIZATION NIGHT"! That night in the middle of the semester when I go buy new school supplies and re-organize everything to get me through the rest of the semester! Then I'll wash clothes! Then I'll clean house!
(Oh what a world it seems I live in...)
Hey Catherine, big booby lady, call me.