Still no word from the movers about the whereabouts of my entire life. I'm sick of lunchmeat and using plastic silverware. I'm sick of not having a desk and desk chair. I'm sick of watching my flat screen that is propped up on a cardboard box. I want my shit to be here already.
On the plus side, obsessing over my shit not arriving takes away from constantly thinking about how shitty my job is right now. It's seriously like working in a MASH unit or an ER. I'm busy from the minute I arrive until the minute I step outside at 10 PM. If I actually leave there on time that is. And today was just the best. Our building is located in Tornado alley and apparently one was touching down about 3 miles from the place today. We had power outages all day long. Fucking nightmare.
I was so pissed about work that on the way home I called "the girl" to see how she was doing? I guess I was really just calling to see if she was on the junk and I'm happy to say she seemed just fine to me. But I'm a horrible judge of character...just look at my friends. Kidding. Anyway, we talked about getting together on Sunday. I really want to see some boobies again. I'm shallow. I know. Sorry.
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Maybe this isn't the best advice, but I say go for it. You're more aware of what to watch out for than most other guys are, so I think you can continue to have fun for the moment. Just keep it casual--once it looks like it could get serious, bail!
Oh I forgot to say I've (luckily) not been involved with a psycho bitch or a crack whore, so please remember that when considering my advice.
Also, I've heard crack whores can be saved... not so sure about the psycho bitches though
Again, pictures (especially boobie pictures!)
Viva la boobs!
Oh man, you have to touch the boobies. She likes you. You like her. What the heck is the problem. I would like a boy I like to touch my boobies, but all the ones I like live really far away. DAMMIT. Touching is one of the best parts of a relationship.(Of course I mean all this is a fun, totally consentual way, right?)
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