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synapticjava) wrote2008-01-16 07:25 pm
synapticjava) wrote2008-01-16 07:25 pm
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Maybe I wrote in invisible ink...
Favorite new artist this week: Aimee Mann (not so much new as rediscovered on my iPod...wound up getting the whole damn discography last night).
I'm suffering from an extreme case of lazy-ass. All I've been doing is coming home from work and going straight to the bedroom. Tom wasso very smart and sweet and I love/hate him for it dumb and brought his old TV to my place, so now we can watch movies in bed. Yeah...I don't so much leave the bedroom anymore. Dishes piled up, laundry coating the floor. Not hot.
Mom called - she's sicker than hell right now. Everyone back home is. Hopefully/luckily I got out before they got their germs all over me. I so don't have the energy to be sick right now.
Work...meh. I've learned to leave my brain at home, now, so that I don't go stark raving loony anymore. Joe and I don't really speak to each other anymore because of that falling out. There's a huge manager shift coming up. There are 5 positions district-wide opening up within the next week, and I think everyone's throwing themselves out there. Is it bad that I just don't want to? I mean...I hate playing games. I refuse to kiss ass. I want my job to based on merrit, not the metaphorical rim job I give. I may despise it, but at least I have the peace of mind knowing that I can take pride in the work I've done.
During my nap today I drempt that I was Little Nemo, a la Adventures in Slumberland. Anyone else remember that movie/comic?
Things are still going really great. Every day it feels more and more real. When I wake up in the morning and find a text message that says one of a million editions of "I love you, darling - have a wonderful day!" or get a random IM throughout the day that says "I was just thinking about how much I love you..." it makes me feel kinda right. This is normal. This is happy. This seems like the way things are supposed to go. Maybe we're still honeymooning, but damn I'm still on this incredible high. I can't stop thinking about him. He left these post-its all over the house like on my closet door that says "no matter what you wear you're gorgeous" or on my bedroom mirror that says "shut up and smile - you are adorable". He already knows me in ways that no one ever has. I've never felt so amazingly close to anyone, or so completely understood and adored. All the things that I always worry about - or should worry about after everything - aren't there. The funniest thing is, I guess I have Frank to thank for this. Funny how things work out. It's just so strange to be on an even level. There's no power struggle. No "what if he..."s or "should I?"s. He tells me I'm the one. I guess I'm still adjusting. And loving it.
I'm suffering from an extreme case of lazy-ass. All I've been doing is coming home from work and going straight to the bedroom. Tom was
Mom called - she's sicker than hell right now. Everyone back home is. Hopefully/luckily I got out before they got their germs all over me. I so don't have the energy to be sick right now.
Work...meh. I've learned to leave my brain at home, now, so that I don't go stark raving loony anymore. Joe and I don't really speak to each other anymore because of that falling out. There's a huge manager shift coming up. There are 5 positions district-wide opening up within the next week, and I think everyone's throwing themselves out there. Is it bad that I just don't want to? I mean...I hate playing games. I refuse to kiss ass. I want my job to based on merrit, not the metaphorical rim job I give. I may despise it, but at least I have the peace of mind knowing that I can take pride in the work I've done.
During my nap today I drempt that I was Little Nemo, a la Adventures in Slumberland. Anyone else remember that movie/comic?
Things are still going really great. Every day it feels more and more real. When I wake up in the morning and find a text message that says one of a million editions of "I love you, darling - have a wonderful day!" or get a random IM throughout the day that says "I was just thinking about how much I love you..." it makes me feel kinda right. This is normal. This is happy. This seems like the way things are supposed to go. Maybe we're still honeymooning, but damn I'm still on this incredible high. I can't stop thinking about him. He left these post-its all over the house like on my closet door that says "no matter what you wear you're gorgeous" or on my bedroom mirror that says "shut up and smile - you are adorable". He already knows me in ways that no one ever has. I've never felt so amazingly close to anyone, or so completely understood and adored. All the things that I always worry about - or should worry about after everything - aren't there. The funniest thing is, I guess I have Frank to thank for this. Funny how things work out. It's just so strange to be on an even level. There's no power struggle. No "what if he..."s or "should I?"s. He tells me I'm the one. I guess I'm still adjusting. And loving it.