Kat (starfyer) wrote,

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not dead

I'm not dead. I am, however, busy.

I'm not in school this year. When anything starts to make you want to throw up every day and gives you anxiety attacks, you shouldn't do it anymore. So I'm not. Do we all enjoy the 5 year old logic I'm using? At any rate, I'm way, WAY happier knowing I don't have to deal with the hell that is school for right now, and I will have more (well.. maybe) time to write here, read books, and sort out my life. Phew.

I am now working 40 hours a week, and looking at increasing that to 60ish by adding a nanny-type job. There's a couple with a 4 month old who are supposedly considering me, so we'll see how that goes. I would love to work with children/a child, so let's hope someone would love to have me play with their baby for a few hours a day, hmm?

The stupid people that seem to frequent Starbucks are getting more abundant. From the lady who responds to "We have organic milk" with a blank stare and the question "Like, from a cow?" to all of the people who don't realize they're not the only people in the world, it's a very amusing and frustrating place to be. However, most of the lovely people who are regulars in my store are... lovely, and I enjoy being their coffee manservant for a few minutes until I can deliver their steaming cup of deliciousness. And to those of you who may order frappucinos when it's -15 outside, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!?!?!?! Okay, I'm done now.

I still have a wonderful boyfriend. I wake up every day and wonder how on earth I landed this one, but every night I go to bed and his voice is the last thing I hear and.. damn, that's nice. There was a tickle war this weekend, which was one of the best things we've done in ages. I know, I know, how can rolling around on a bed tickling the ever loving shit out of each other for five minutes be considered one of the best things that's happened to me in forever? Just believe me. Laughing with him makes me feel... I don't know. Good. Really, really good.

Let me tell you about our Xmas/New Years. We wore pajamas. He cooked me beef burgundy, which was sooo delicious. We shared a bottle of wine (it wouldn't die!) over dinner. We ate the "chocolate cloud cake" he baked, which I promptly renamed "chocolate orgasm cake". We exhanged presents. We cuddled up and watched TV. We shared a bottle of Dom Perignon at midnight.. my first bottle of expensive champagne, and it was awesome. It was a wonderful, comfortable celebration.. it couldn't have been better. Dick Clark's New Years Rockin Eve doesn't hold a candle to a quiet night at home with my John.

So, he's wonderful. Is there any doubt? Nope. Okay then.

I got into a car accident that wasn't my fault a couple of weeks ago. Thsi uninsured doofus thought he had the right of way. He was wrong. Very wrong. His car is fine.... mine isn't. In a few days I'll be taking it into the shop and driving around something cute and different while they fix my beautiful car. *sigh* I have a $500 deductible to come up with.. I don't know where I'm going to get it, but I'm... optimistic that I can work something out with the body shop. They're getting my business, hopefully they'll be willing to wait another pay period for the second half of their money. We'll see.

I'm apartment hunting with my bestest buddy Ann. We are, in fact, inseprarable, in case you were wondering. We're kind of a unit. Which rules, because it's been forever since I had a bestest bestest friend I could do everything with, and now I do. I love her to death. She's like a boyfriend, only female. We would jump in front of speeding trains and bullets for each other, and she bails me out of trouble when I need her too, and comes running when I don't want to be alone. She. Is. The. Best. Thought you should know.

Okay, I've said enough. I just felt like writing. I feel very emotional and strange lately, and maybe I'll start writing to work out my neuroses. I need to do that, or I'm going to end up one wreck of a woman.

:) Peace.
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