antiprincess

2 hours ago, there was a pretty fair chance I wasn't going to be able to see him (Tony, my *boyfriend* ) at all this week. Now he's coming over TOMORROW and I'm going to his place Thursday night. The hours we'll get to spend with each other (when I'm not supposed to be sleeping) are few, but I am really happy I get to see him at all. That gorgeous smile. Mmm. Oh, and touch him. That's my drug, right there. Real, felt affection. Emotional connection punctuated by physical contact. Few things better in this world. Doesn't have to be sex (although I wouldn't turn it down), but, mmm damn, just feeling his warmth.

I'm so happy for him. He starts his new position as an RN right after we get back from So Cal. I honestly find it terribly hot that my boyfriend is a nurse. That's totally sexy to me.

P.S. I hate my job so much. One day I'm just gonna stab the dad in the eye. He's gonna drive me off the edge, I swear it.

P.P.S. My SG friends are people who I have 1) met (and liked, of course), b) developed a camaraderie with through several exchanges of journal comments, and/or 3) SuicideGirls who have requested my friendship (no fool am I). If you do not fall into one of the above categories, please don't request my friendship out of the blue, having never commented in my journal. I have no desire to pad my list, I like being able to read my friends' journals with some ease (although I know I've been a total slacker when it comes to the comments, lately. Oh well, so flog me. )