Catching Up
It's a cold over cast Tuesday. Kind of mirroring my mood. Funny how it sometimes happens that way.
Boy-Toy was over before it even begun. Only ever went on one date with the guy, but it became apparent that everything we talked about in our phone conversations was NOT was he was about. I'll leave you guessing as to WHAT exactly he WAS looking.
Friday, I decided to drown my sorrows in a series of strawberry daquiris. It was a friend's birthday and we were quietly celebrating. We went to the local bar where there were approximately 5 other people at. A couple of older gentlemen are there doing some celebrating of their own. They are business aquaintenances from the company I work at, one mentions to the other. "Oh you are THAT girl???" hahaha Yes, I guess that's the rumor. This very generous man came over and plunked down a 100 dollar bill and told us the night was on him. Well allriiiiiiiiiiiiight! I'm telling you, there ain't no other way to start of a weekend.
We ended up having a really cool time. With the Viagra set. We sang and danced and I judged a "best ass" contest. Not once, but twice. Yes. They were Bare. Of course, I chose the buyer of the drinks. Duh. I haven't laughed so much in a really long time.
Saturday, I gave myself a little retail therapy. I bought a pair of "best ass" jeans and a top in a size smaller than I normally wear. Came home and dove right into Harry Potter. The book was ok. Not my favorite. Everything pretty much ended as I thought. I did peak at the end Sunday night as it was approaching midnight..then proceeded to just finish the damn thing. I guess I won't go into too much since there are people still reading it. I'm trying to decide if I feel satisfied. And for the most part? I am. I guess. haha
Sunday, the weekend came to a grinding halt. Autumn was away at a friends for two days. We were left at home to have yet another grand finale conversation with phrases like "your a !bleep!" and I'm a "bigger !bleep!". No, it wasn't actually a name calling contest more of a this fucking sucks when are we going to be done with it alfuckingready kind of a conversation?? The end result yesterday, yes a two-dayer, was that we have set a timeline to where I will leave or we will sell our house within 6 months. Whew. Finally, some relief. I have an obtainable goal to reach and something to look forward to. Like a nice piece of chocolate cake dangling on a string in front me. mmmmmmmm
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