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I have become so... different. Now I am hyper-aware of other people, especially those who work in retail or food service. I'm one of those people that calls customer service hotlines on you if you're an asshole, or tells your manager if you rock. Yesterday alone, I told the girl at AC Moore who threw a conniption fit when she had to void my order (I didn't have my ID to go with my debit card) that I wasn't there to make her life pleasant.
Then, a few hours later I almost demanded satisfaction (in the violent sense, of course) from some tool selling kung-fu DVDs out of one of those carts in the mall. He was so rude to me that I was still stewing about it later-- Ed and I were having sex and I was thinking to myself "that fucking idiot with his fucking Strokes haircut, fuck him and his fucking kung-fu movies, fucking prick who thinks I need to fucking engage him in conversation just because he said hello to me, the fucking nerve..." and so on. LOL.
We're leaving for New York tonight, just for a day or two. I haven't seen my in-laws since Ed's dad had a heart attack the week after the wedding. That was almost 2 months ago. I really like it up there.
Right now, I desire a house more than anything. It seems so hard though, and expensive, and far away. We have to move soon, however, I'm going crazy in this teeny apartment with no stroage space. We're three people in 4 rooms, it just isn't working anymore.
I want to go out and be silly. I just want to get a whole bunch of girls together and go out and dance and drink and have fun. However, I only have three real-life girlfriends, and it'd be hard to get them all in one place. So who wants to come out with me?