(Due to lack of internet, my blog was typed on regular 'puter and is now being put on here)
I got called about a job finally. Finally. Job interview at Family Dollar. Only issue (that hopefully won’t actually be an issue) is that it’s the one in Alvarado and I just moved to Fort Worth. Gah. Oh well. A job is a job at this point.
MakesMeSmileAllStupid came over again on Wednesday. She said she’d been thinking about me all day. *Insert stupid girly blush smile thing.* I was thinking about her too. I still owe her dinner cuz Bestie ended up cooking again.
Who’s in charge? And who makes the rules?
I say me. She says her. I say her.
No shirt.
Carpet burn.
Watch the movie. Don’t watch the movie.
Hands in her hair. Marks
Should stop. Can’t stop.
Don’t go.
Distracting.
Hands.
Thinking of next time.
Smiles. Teasing. Hot.
Don’t go.
Don’t go.
Thursday morning I get a phone call to come in for a follow up interview. And then….I GOT THE JOB!!
She came over again when I got back home. Bestie and Mr. Whatever went and bought some paint to make Bestie’s room blue. MakesMeSmileAllStuipd and I didn’t help, even though I was originally going to. We talked a lot, and it made me feel good. It had come to the time that we had to talk about what was actually going on…seeing as how her ex called while she was here and I felt real awkward when she felt she needed to leave the room to talk to her…
Serious talk is serious.
But we like where this is going.
I’m definitely not a rebound.
She’s wanted to kiss me for a long time.
:))))))))))))))
She stayed the night.
I missed her today. I love it when I miss people.
I’ll miss her tomorrow too. I have to work all day and she might have plans tomorrow night.
Not ready for her to go back home.
Other ponderings now.
I’ve noticed that the only people that really notice my scars are people that have some just like mine.
Unexplainable.
And then there are people that completely overlook them even though they’re hand is right where a nice little clump is. Are they just not looking, or do they just not notice because they’ve never needed to hide or explain away?
Sometimes I just stare at my scars. I’m not really sure why I feel the need to do this, I just do. Sometimes I trace them with my finger. Sometimes I think about why they’re there.
But I don’t ever have a moment of, “Why did I do that? I was so stupid. I wish I could go back.” Etc. I don’t regret what I’ve done. If I hadn’t lived the way I have, I wouldn’t be me. And I’m happy with me. Even though I do sometimes stutter out stupid reasons when someone does notice.
I’m really happy living here with Bestie. I had that realization this morning. Even though I knew this would be good, and I’ve been happy, I just had this sudden realization that I really like it here. It’s nice and there’s plenty of space. And I felt at home after about two days. Very comfortable. Especially now that I have a job and everything is going to be okay for sure.
*
:Poetic Moment:
We can’t help the accidents
We can’t stop the unknown
But we can take a second and breath
We can embrace each moment
And just live
:Quote:
And to spend my nights with you
Is all I could ever want
:Picture:
MakesMeSmileAllStupid came over again on Wednesday. She said she’d been thinking about me all day. *Insert stupid girly blush smile thing.* I was thinking about her too. I still owe her dinner cuz Bestie ended up cooking again.
Who’s in charge? And who makes the rules?
I say me. She says her. I say her.
No shirt.
Carpet burn.
Watch the movie. Don’t watch the movie.
Hands in her hair. Marks
Should stop. Can’t stop.
Don’t go.
Distracting.
Hands.
Thinking of next time.
Smiles. Teasing. Hot.
Don’t go.
Don’t go.
Thursday morning I get a phone call to come in for a follow up interview. And then….I GOT THE JOB!!
She came over again when I got back home. Bestie and Mr. Whatever went and bought some paint to make Bestie’s room blue. MakesMeSmileAllStuipd and I didn’t help, even though I was originally going to. We talked a lot, and it made me feel good. It had come to the time that we had to talk about what was actually going on…seeing as how her ex called while she was here and I felt real awkward when she felt she needed to leave the room to talk to her…
Serious talk is serious.
But we like where this is going.
I’m definitely not a rebound.
She’s wanted to kiss me for a long time.
:))))))))))))))
She stayed the night.
I missed her today. I love it when I miss people.
I’ll miss her tomorrow too. I have to work all day and she might have plans tomorrow night.
Not ready for her to go back home.
Other ponderings now.
I’ve noticed that the only people that really notice my scars are people that have some just like mine.
Unexplainable.
And then there are people that completely overlook them even though they’re hand is right where a nice little clump is. Are they just not looking, or do they just not notice because they’ve never needed to hide or explain away?
Sometimes I just stare at my scars. I’m not really sure why I feel the need to do this, I just do. Sometimes I trace them with my finger. Sometimes I think about why they’re there.
But I don’t ever have a moment of, “Why did I do that? I was so stupid. I wish I could go back.” Etc. I don’t regret what I’ve done. If I hadn’t lived the way I have, I wouldn’t be me. And I’m happy with me. Even though I do sometimes stutter out stupid reasons when someone does notice.
I’m really happy living here with Bestie. I had that realization this morning. Even though I knew this would be good, and I’ve been happy, I just had this sudden realization that I really like it here. It’s nice and there’s plenty of space. And I felt at home after about two days. Very comfortable. Especially now that I have a job and everything is going to be okay for sure.
*
:Poetic Moment:
We can’t help the accidents
We can’t stop the unknown
But we can take a second and breath
We can embrace each moment
And just live
:Quote:
And to spend my nights with you
Is all I could ever want
:Picture:
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