Yeah, it's been a while. A month or so, and nothing has really happened. Probably why I haven't actually blogged since last time, but I thought I'd give a little update so nobody thinks I've died or anything.
Wouldn't want that.
Uh, so...what has happened? Well, I've sort of had a promotion at work - they've let me into the cash office to play with money and supervise the front end of the store of an evening. That's pretty cool. Means I can get my bitchface on if customers are pissing me off, which they do quite often. I really don't have the temperament for my job, but somehow I've managed to hold it down for nearly five years. There's a lot of bitching going on around me, too, which I'm not very happy about, but at least I'm memorable. I must be doing something right if people are bitching about me, right?
I've started writing my book AGAIN, for perhaps the fourth time. I can't really remember if I mentioned this in any of my other two blogs, and I'm too damn lazy to actually look, but at least I'm writing again. It's always difficult for me to write - for one, I have a pretty short attention span so it takes me a long time to get it done, and two, when I was having a difficult time in school I made writing my crutch, and now I find it hard to write anything in any mood but a bad one. BUT I'M WRITING. So that's good. I need to get over it. If I can whack a draft out by the end of the year, I'll be chuffed.
My not-boyfriend-but-exclusive-sex-friend is depressed. I worry about him a lot. He's eleven years older than me so he's had a lot of time to gather history and pack some baggage, and unfortunately it's come back to bite him in the arse. Unlike me, who likes to talk about everything and anything, he chooses to withdraw and drag himself through it. Very manly. I find that difficult to take, but I know if I could just be patient, he'll come around and be better than before. Relationships are intense. This is my first one. I can't handle the emotions. I'm not very even-tempered, and anything will knock me off.
Stupid implant is being attacked by stupid pill. It's working, so it's not that stupid, but the hormones are tiring. Progesterone is tiring.
I am worn out. I am fatigued. I feel older than twenty. Much older.
Wouldn't want that.
Uh, so...what has happened? Well, I've sort of had a promotion at work - they've let me into the cash office to play with money and supervise the front end of the store of an evening. That's pretty cool. Means I can get my bitchface on if customers are pissing me off, which they do quite often. I really don't have the temperament for my job, but somehow I've managed to hold it down for nearly five years. There's a lot of bitching going on around me, too, which I'm not very happy about, but at least I'm memorable. I must be doing something right if people are bitching about me, right?
I've started writing my book AGAIN, for perhaps the fourth time. I can't really remember if I mentioned this in any of my other two blogs, and I'm too damn lazy to actually look, but at least I'm writing again. It's always difficult for me to write - for one, I have a pretty short attention span so it takes me a long time to get it done, and two, when I was having a difficult time in school I made writing my crutch, and now I find it hard to write anything in any mood but a bad one. BUT I'M WRITING. So that's good. I need to get over it. If I can whack a draft out by the end of the year, I'll be chuffed.
My not-boyfriend-but-exclusive-sex-friend is depressed. I worry about him a lot. He's eleven years older than me so he's had a lot of time to gather history and pack some baggage, and unfortunately it's come back to bite him in the arse. Unlike me, who likes to talk about everything and anything, he chooses to withdraw and drag himself through it. Very manly. I find that difficult to take, but I know if I could just be patient, he'll come around and be better than before. Relationships are intense. This is my first one. I can't handle the emotions. I'm not very even-tempered, and anything will knock me off.
Stupid implant is being attacked by stupid pill. It's working, so it's not that stupid, but the hormones are tiring. Progesterone is tiring.
I am worn out. I am fatigued. I feel older than twenty. Much older.
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I am sure things will sort themselves out for him, men are often a pain in the neck for keeping quiet but once they let go they tend to sort themselves out so much quicker than us lady folk.
xox