Yeah... it's one of those days.
It's been awhile since I've even bothered with online journals, IMming, or any of that stuff. People online have enough drama to start their own mini-soap operas. I have no wish to indulge.
I've been working my ass off lately, but it's paying off, you see... I had my review the other day and got a raise. Woo hoo for that extra smidgen of cash each week. Well... I'll never see it anyhow, because I also got insurance and an IRA. So... it works out.
My other working-type endeavor is the endless struggle to remove all drama from my life. I've become so acerbic and cold that I'm culling friends, now. If you can't understand that I will only listen and respond to your problems, then you don't need to be around me. I am not in this life to hold anyone's hand, unless I did, indeed, give birth to them. So... that gives me a grand total of two. Any more and I run the chance of getting stabby.
Duke and I have been hashing things out. We're getting there, you know, but with all of life seeming to present obstacles every time we have breathing room, it gets uber frustrating. We'll have been together for 14 months, this coming Sunday. He said something about cooking me dinner. I think that could be nice. Maybe we can have some of his yummy salmon. Oh yes, the boy can cook.
My former-friend / wannabe boyfriend / whatever you could call him, Drew, is working across the street from my office now. We've shared a few conversations over cigarette breaks over the past few days. Thankfully, the topic has stuck to cars, odd people, and a myriad of non-personal issues. I love Drew to bits, but after the last 'date-me-or-I'll-club-this-baby-seal' tantrum, I'm a little gunshy. I love him as a friend - maybe a little more, but he has to respect my life, my decisions, and especially my fiancee in order for us to be as close of friends as we once were. Who knows. There's my little bit of drama-drama-drama... kinda pithy, and thus why I'm not stressing over it.
All in all, I have very few complaints about life. An extra million bucks wouldn't hurt, but who wouldn't like that?
It's been awhile since I've even bothered with online journals, IMming, or any of that stuff. People online have enough drama to start their own mini-soap operas. I have no wish to indulge.
I've been working my ass off lately, but it's paying off, you see... I had my review the other day and got a raise. Woo hoo for that extra smidgen of cash each week. Well... I'll never see it anyhow, because I also got insurance and an IRA. So... it works out.
My other working-type endeavor is the endless struggle to remove all drama from my life. I've become so acerbic and cold that I'm culling friends, now. If you can't understand that I will only listen and respond to your problems, then you don't need to be around me. I am not in this life to hold anyone's hand, unless I did, indeed, give birth to them. So... that gives me a grand total of two. Any more and I run the chance of getting stabby.
Duke and I have been hashing things out. We're getting there, you know, but with all of life seeming to present obstacles every time we have breathing room, it gets uber frustrating. We'll have been together for 14 months, this coming Sunday. He said something about cooking me dinner. I think that could be nice. Maybe we can have some of his yummy salmon. Oh yes, the boy can cook.
My former-friend / wannabe boyfriend / whatever you could call him, Drew, is working across the street from my office now. We've shared a few conversations over cigarette breaks over the past few days. Thankfully, the topic has stuck to cars, odd people, and a myriad of non-personal issues. I love Drew to bits, but after the last 'date-me-or-I'll-club-this-baby-seal' tantrum, I'm a little gunshy. I love him as a friend - maybe a little more, but he has to respect my life, my decisions, and especially my fiancee in order for us to be as close of friends as we once were. Who knows. There's my little bit of drama-drama-drama... kinda pithy, and thus why I'm not stressing over it.
All in all, I have very few complaints about life. An extra million bucks wouldn't hurt, but who wouldn't like that?