i’m very sleepy right now. i ran into dean at the esso this morning. he’s so golden. but not in a bright blond way, in a ruddy, reddish way. i have to listen to amelita train trish the temp for the next three days. what a way to have her leave. twenty-four hours of non-stop annoying amelita-speak. ugh.
\nit’s a pity jason didn’t come over last night, i was feeling really pretty in my flowing dress, piled-up curls, painted toenails and comfy sweater. not that it matters, i guess. seems he and his landlady are a couple now. people… interesting experiments they are.
\nspeaking of which, my crush is subsiding, thankfully. all that giddy goodness and anxious anticipation has settled down. trust me, it’s a good thing. it will enable me to get to know him in a more relaxed environment. i’ve given him every opportunity to let me go, but he still seems to want to talk to me. i like that. it makes me much happier than thinking he “likes” me.
\nhave to try to get back into my workout routine this week. last week was a bust and this week got off to a bumpy start what with my taking monday off work. i had meant to do something outside in lieu, but the weather was non-cooperative. at least i did a fair amount of dancing around the apartment over the weekend. i was trying to remember all my belly-dancing lessons. who knew i could do that kind of stuff with my hips?
\ni’m not very interesting right now. i’m hating my job and hating that i don’t know what i want out of life. i’m feeling stuck and it’s making me grumpy. i have no definite goals (other than getting a car which doesn’t smell like it’s on fire). maybe the weekend on the island will help. i’ll hug my mommy and she’ll love me unconditionally and tell me how wonderful and intelligent and beautiful and talented i am and everything will be all right with the world. that’s what mommy’s are for, right?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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