I'm in LOVE!!! My boyfriend is back! 
He's the first guy I started seeing seriously after finance and I disengaged. I used to shop at the bigger markets, because when you cook for a boy in construction, you must buy food in bulk. But after he left (or, rather, I kicked him out), I decided to make purchases of things I like, in smaller quantities.
Trader Joe's! I love you! Iloveyou! I lurrrrrrrrrve you!! He came only two days ago, and I've visited him not less than four times since then. And when I'm not with him, I'm constantly thinking about the things he has that I want!
Aside from refalling in lurve with a grocery store, I had a mini-crisis and quit my horrid day job. Well... I didn't so much as quit as I simply stopped going. My last day there I was to work until 2 p.m. I was sitting at my desk, absolutely miserable. Fretting at the idea of having to answer another dreaded phone call, when I got up and talked to the schedule clerk.
"Uhmmm... Excuse me? I... uh... kinda need to leave soon. I have... hmmm... something else?"
"Okaaaaaaaay.... When would you like to leave?"
It was a little after 11 a.m., "Uh.. 12:30?"
"Okay, I'll email the supervisors."
So, I left. The next day I called in for a "personal" day off. The next day I just punched the alarm clock and snuggled deeper under the covers. The thought of getting up at that horrid hour (6 a.m.!!!) to get dressed and go to a place I utterly despise was making me physically ill. So, like a big brat, I just stopped doing it.
Now, I'm a little curious to see what I will come up with to replace the income. It wasn't a lot, considering I was only there 19 - 25 hours a week. But, added up all together, that's a fuck of a lot of fun money I'm missing out on. Ms. Chile is happy for me, she notices that I'm happier, too.
What do I enjoy? Really? I enjoy dancing around nekkid and horsing around, but I already have a part-time job that allows for that. Too much will be overkill, and hell if I ever want to get tired of dancing naked!!
I don't think I'm moving anymore. Ms. Chile told me she doesn't want me to go. She tried to convince me to give Tiger_Liger to a "family" because she doesn't like him because he "smells" and our new housemate is allergic. Tiger is my little boy! He's my rock! He goes nowhere unless I go as well. He's a baby... not some thing with no soul!! The only reason I came back from New York was because of him. I would have been more than happy to start starting over again, that very weekend, right then and there. It was so new and exciting and I LIVE for that! On two other occassions, I've traveled out of town and done exactly that. What do you have to return to. Usually it's nothing. Now I have Tiger.
Have I ranted enough? I should have internet restored in my flat this time next week? Which will be perfect, because that's about the time I'll have to use the internet to scramble for new employment.
Til another time!
Muchly,
~ Sita
He's the first guy I started seeing seriously after finance and I disengaged. I used to shop at the bigger markets, because when you cook for a boy in construction, you must buy food in bulk. But after he left (or, rather, I kicked him out), I decided to make purchases of things I like, in smaller quantities.
Trader Joe's! I love you! Iloveyou! I lurrrrrrrrrve you!! He came only two days ago, and I've visited him not less than four times since then. And when I'm not with him, I'm constantly thinking about the things he has that I want!
Aside from refalling in lurve with a grocery store, I had a mini-crisis and quit my horrid day job. Well... I didn't so much as quit as I simply stopped going. My last day there I was to work until 2 p.m. I was sitting at my desk, absolutely miserable. Fretting at the idea of having to answer another dreaded phone call, when I got up and talked to the schedule clerk.
"Uhmmm... Excuse me? I... uh... kinda need to leave soon. I have... hmmm... something else?"
"Okaaaaaaaay.... When would you like to leave?"
It was a little after 11 a.m., "Uh.. 12:30?"
"Okay, I'll email the supervisors."
So, I left. The next day I called in for a "personal" day off. The next day I just punched the alarm clock and snuggled deeper under the covers. The thought of getting up at that horrid hour (6 a.m.!!!) to get dressed and go to a place I utterly despise was making me physically ill. So, like a big brat, I just stopped doing it.
Now, I'm a little curious to see what I will come up with to replace the income. It wasn't a lot, considering I was only there 19 - 25 hours a week. But, added up all together, that's a fuck of a lot of fun money I'm missing out on. Ms. Chile is happy for me, she notices that I'm happier, too.
What do I enjoy? Really? I enjoy dancing around nekkid and horsing around, but I already have a part-time job that allows for that. Too much will be overkill, and hell if I ever want to get tired of dancing naked!!
I don't think I'm moving anymore. Ms. Chile told me she doesn't want me to go. She tried to convince me to give Tiger_Liger to a "family" because she doesn't like him because he "smells" and our new housemate is allergic. Tiger is my little boy! He's my rock! He goes nowhere unless I go as well. He's a baby... not some thing with no soul!! The only reason I came back from New York was because of him. I would have been more than happy to start starting over again, that very weekend, right then and there. It was so new and exciting and I LIVE for that! On two other occassions, I've traveled out of town and done exactly that. What do you have to return to. Usually it's nothing. Now I have Tiger.
Have I ranted enough? I should have internet restored in my flat this time next week? Which will be perfect, because that's about the time I'll have to use the internet to scramble for new employment.
Til another time!
Muchly,
~ Sita
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