I've moved from my Grandfather's house into an apartment with my best boyfriend ever. It's been a long long time since I moved in with anybody, so this was a big step for me. It's SO DAMN GREAT to have my own place again, even though it is half his. (My half is the clean half...HA!)
...And how did we meet? Ah, yes... He's actually been working for my staffing service for awhile. Then in March a little birdie told me he wanted to ask me out on a date. It was so 15-year-old cute. When he did I said yes, and we've seen each other almost every day since. Medium height, dark and handsome. Tattoos? mm hm. Any piercings? well, he's got these classy little hoops in his ears that sort of make him look like a genie on hiatus. Is it big? Wouldn't you like to know...
I've got no phone line at my apartment and prefer to keep it that way. Wireless only. Also, I have no desire to pay for any type of internet service. The less time I spend in front of my computer, the more time I actually have to live my life. I may not be around, but I think of you all a lot and hope you'll take advantage of my wireless connection. Email me your # if you'd like me to call you. Voices are so much more fun, and real-time is realized.
Don't count me out of the blog game, though. Somehow I think ElectricChiclet will be around for a long time to come, even if it's not frequently updated.
Seriously. I've had boyfriend since November 1st. My last blog was, what? Nov 6th? Yeah. Nookie somehow takes the place of cathartic journaling. He's cute. He's a hick. He's not very smart and he's never really committed to anyone before but he's trying really hard and that really touches me. I suppose I have a silly sort of self-esteem issue, but I find myself wondering sort of objectively what it is about me that someone would love and want to be with. It's miraculous to me when someone sticks around for the fights. You know what I mean? I'm not an unreasonable person but I am certainly high maintenance and require to be treated in a certain way by my lover. In the past almost every man I have dated has bolted the moment I voiced my needs. This guy, although not a good listener, does hear me if I repeat myself enough and is willing to do what it takes to keep me in his life. I'm awed by that, honestly. He rocks.
Did you? If not then I may have just decided your future. Do you really want me deciding your future for you because you are too lazy to vote?
Naww. I thought not.
Do you feel abandoned? I haven't blogged for like two months. I'm a bad blogger. I should be spanked with the Big Blogstick of Doom.
That sorta sounds fun...
I've been working, having fun girly Mary Kay parties, drinking, hanging out with friends, being a little naughty and a little nice. I lost 35 pounds and joined a gym. I am visiting Iowa in December for the holidays and I can't wait because my friend Emily will be there also and I'll get to see all my awesome friends and family! I want to find a cheap plane ticket, though, which seems impossible. Any leads, let me know. I just turned 29. That means I'll be 40 in 11 years. But not yet.
I have been watching too much Sci Fi channel. Last night I dreamed I was on a spaceship surrounded by alien fish trying to invade our bodies and timetravel back to Atlantis. Oh, and of course I was a naked man. Hey, I said I'd been watching too much Sci Fi.
Do you ever stare at the stars and wonder? I was doing that a little earlier. Sometimes I wonder what I'm wondering about. It's not as easy an answer as I'd like it to be. But what actually IS as easy as I'd like it to be?
I am brainwashed by this world. I can't see what's there, especially if I look for it. It's like the harder I strain to look the more blind I become. Do you know what I mean or am I being completely arbitrary?
I really want to, ya know, get in shape. So, in order to do that I think exercise is in order. My whole problem with exercise is that it's not really that fun. I mean, in these gyms all you do is run around and stare at your bloat in the mirror and fling your body around in outrageous poses. If you take walks all you do is trompe along down a path or a road (I HATE city walks), and yeah, it can be pretty and smell nice (of course some walks are awesome, I will admit) but nothing particularly EXCITING happens. You can swim, but all you're doing is going baaaack and foooorth up and down the pool. You could hike, but unless you have an awesome wilderness in your backyard it might be quite a drive to get to a good hiking spot.
In lieu of any of these boring options I have come up with the ultimate exercise program for myself:
I will go to one of the nice, pleasant, quiet little wooded parks in the area and get under cover of foliage. Then when people stroll by I will launch myself out of my hiding place and ambush them like I am an errant Vietnam Vet and run shrieking through the woods!
I'm so psyched because I love being able to check in on the people I love, and both of my incredible sisters have such eloquent writings. Please visit them and comment!
Is my comments server in Jamaica? Cuz I keep having problems when I post comments. Does anyone else have it freeze up on them when they post a comment...yet the comment does appear in blog? I had the same issue at my sister's site Idiosyncratic Milieu. I think we have the same comments server.