It’s Tuesday, and already a way too eventful week.
0 Comments Published by Sid May 18th, 2010 in yayboo.I am now the possessor of two part-time jobs which will add up to full time wages. Sort of. I still don’t have any benefits, and have to pay my own self-employment tax on job two, but, you know. Yay, money.
And job #2 may lead to a real job if everyone is happy. I realize this is what was said about job #1 at the beginning. I’m going to give it a shot, anyway. At the very least, I get some new skills out of it.
Monday I turned into my beloved mother. I was wondering when the transformation would begin in earnest. Surprise! Age 32.33. I’ll mark it on my calendar. Usually I only require a waiting day before grump dissipates. Now it looks like I’mma need a 48 hr. minimum. Please return to your regularly scheduled programming while I enjoy this mood-altering cupcake I’ve procured.
But I have managed to get a job, work a job, and produce two presentations, so. Success, I guess. :-/
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Enter your password to view comments Published by Sid May 17th, 2010 in love, life.This may be why the terrorists hate us, but fuck ‘em. This nonsense is funny.
How have the makers of Orangina managed for so long to avoid ‘gina jokes?
I will buy your albums in their entirety. You fucking win, bitch. Happy?
It’s a funny thing that, once you’re in, you’re all the way gone, until one day you’re out. But while you’re in you look at the adored, and everything is right. Well, everything except the tiny, back-of-mind fear of the if/when it all goes wrong.
“I keep waiting for the bomb to drop, you know? ‘Oh, by the way, I shoot stray dogs from the stoop of my apartment building. Hope that’s not a problem.’ Something to indicate we’re not as ridiculously compatible as all the evidence seems to suggest,” he says.
“I know, I keep waiting for the same from you. I think we’re going to have to have a falling out the old-fashioned way. By surprise.” I counter.
And this is how two friendly, levelheaded people fall in love, it seems. Endless, meandering conversations, compatibility, and comfort. Mutual admiration. Guffaw-induced farts. Late night and early morning eyelid kisses which are no less heart-melting for their hackneyed, storybook affect.
Jesus. I’m happily coupled. And bewildered.
Is this how it works for everyone else?
