lilfleur

I'm all packed up and ready for the weekend and heading to see my girl, Josephene. Indiana Friday's, as my asst. affectionately dubbed them as, are usually pretty hectic. I'll work until about 11, then it's off to the airport for a quick flight into Chicago. Actually, flying is a great time for me to catch up on my work that I'm missing out on by being gone, so I like that alone time, without a phone or internet to distract me. Yes, SG, I'm talking about YOU...you TIME STEALER! It's a weekend with the girl and with the boy. The boy. He and I get to have the "it's moving too fast" talk already, which I'm not looking forward to, but I want to stop him before him pressuring me pushes me away. I like him, but looking at a family and future with someone I've only dated a few weeks? No.
All is well, I've got a black-belt in relationships. That's one of those sentences that sounds good in theory then when I look at the words, it just appears pathetic. A loaded sentence with failed relationships to hold it up like a frail spine. I need to try to actually make one work one of these days.
Moving on, have a great weekend, everyone. Josie, don't worry, I'm bringing the powder cotton candy.