Yep, I'm a huuuuge slacker. I have neglected my 12 fans and 10's of readers on Facebook ... for that, I apologize.
The last time I wrote I bragged about how awesome my life was. I just got (what I thought was) my ideal job and I'd just started dating one of the coolest guys in the world. Well, half of that equation is still true, so I've got that going for me, huh?
I've been reminded that a job is a job is a job. We all have to work to pay the bills, whether we're swinging on a pole, giving blow jobs in the back seat of a car, slinging burgers or selling bullshit. Whatever it is, it's a job. We'd all prefer to get up each morning and look forward to what we're doing, but I'm pretty sure Brandy gets tired of sweaty dollar bills being shoved into her nether-regions and Lulu could stand taking a day off from orally pleasuring a sweaty, fat loser in the back of a Buick.
So, you may have guessed it: my job wasn't all that I'd hoped it would be. I'm definitely not in love with it, but I'm holding onto hope that it will all work itself out. I am 100% positive that I'm learning valuable lessons and that does make me happy; I'd just prefer that the lessons weren't shoved down my throat quicker than that Japanese chick sucks down hotdogs in the Nathan's weiner eating contest. I'm choking!
My boyfriend, on the other hand, is effing fantastic! The word "boyfriend" seems so trite, but I think referring to him as my "male friend" would make it sound cheap and meaningless, and he's definitely not that. I could refer to him as "Lucky Guy 2012," I suppose ... :) I kid ... I'm the lucky one.
For example, for those of you who weren't witness to the shit-storm that was Spiffy on Snake Saturday (a northland tradition), know that I was absolutely the drunkest I'd ever been. I was a stumbling, slurring, drunken piece of work by 12pm. Ugh.
I blacked out most of the day, passed out at some point and woke up pissed off and ready to fight anyone who was willing. He took care of me all day, lead me around by my hand, held my purse while I (may have) passed out in the shitter, made sure I got home safely, brushed off my attempts to fight and forgave me the next day. And did I mention HE'S HOT?!! Karma is finally swinging back in my direction. :)
I need to think of new and exciting things to write about. I wouldn't be Spiffy if I didn't have something to bitch about, right?? Suggestions??
Live long and prosper, friends.
