Wait, are you accusing me of making this up, or what the hell are you trying to say?
She was with him on New Years Eve. She went out to breakfast with me the next morning (not hungover, as she doesn’t drink). Not sure why that’s so weird.
Our job is very boring, so we basically spend all night talking to each other. Yeah, it’s only been five months, but I’ve spent literally hundreds of hours talking to her in that time. Also, she had considered leaving her boyfriend many times before she met me, but didn’t really have the guts to go through with it until now.
And if you are lucky the high won’t wear off. Just make sure to protect yourself, you don’t want to be a rebound break-up relationship, but then again you don’t want to miss out on something that could be very good for both of you.
Either way rebound sex AND new-love sex are both very good. So…
My computer miraculously fixed itself the morning of January 1.
For most of 2008, I have been cut off from various online applications, mostly games I play online. Thursday morning I started up the computer, and decided to run a Steam game that I haven’t used in a long time. Steam used to load my games, but all the browser pages just showed errors. Instead, my new and improved 2009 computer came up, and out of nowhere, displayed a nice clean step-by-step instruction page for how to fix my proxy settings in any of the major browsers. I always thought I had set it right … and I had … in Firefox. Little did I know, IE was messing it all up behind the scenes without me ever having opened that program.
That I’m employed. This horrible economy has put so many people out of work… QUOTE]
I can’t agree more. I too am thankful for my job. It is an irony that when the economy was booming, I was dirt poor and now that the economy is in the crapper I am making more money than I ever have in my life. Not only that, but I am thankful for not being an impulsive shopper who lives within my means, and payed off my credit card at the first opportunity.
I really hope to be able to capitalize on good deals with the way things are. For someone with a steady job who is responsible with his money, its a great time! Sure I could get laid off at some point this year, but I really try not to worry about it.
At the beginning of 2009, I have my passport, and a bunch of paperwork toward getting a job in Korea sometime this year completed.
I also have my acceptance letter from the first and only grad school I applied to. It took a couple of years debating with myself, but I finally settled on the masters program of my choice. I now have to think about whether I want to get a semester of grad school under my belt and then go to Korea or get a job in Korea and start grad school when I get back. A lot will depend on how fast the rest of this (*#$# paperwork gets completed.
The above means exactly two things to me at this moment. First, a second masters will make me more qualified. Second, and much more importantly, I will finally be able to quit this shit-assed, condescening, dysfunctional, head-so-far-up-it’s-fucking-ass-that-every-time-it farts-it-automatically-blows-everyone’s-nose, noone-else-gives-a-fuck-but-me job that I’ve been wallowing in over the past ohhhhhh, call it eight or nine years. It does not concern me that I might not be able to find a job right away even after the Korean experience and the masters degree. That’s no problem. I would rather be divorced and homeless in San Francisco or L.A. and struggling to find a job there than continue to work in this fucking library. It’s a sado-masochistic dungeon with Internet access. Not even a fun sado-masochistic dungeon. Freaks in leather and rubber underwear would get annoyed and find someplace more normal and interesting after a while. After all these years of procrastination, I’m finally getting shit done toward getting out.
Oh, and I’m fiddling with my workout program and I like what I’m seeing. That’s cool too.
That I had a wonderful new year staying with one of my best friends and his family in Sweden and that I’m going home tomorrow to a good job and a whole lot of prospects for this year.
I’m young and pretty healthy. I can run and dance and sing (badly); I’ve got my whole life in front of me to do what I will with it. I spent the entirety of 2008 moaning about how I’ve never done anything with my life and how I just sit around on the Internet all day before it occured to me to, you know, change that. If I don’t like what I’m doing or how my life’s going, I can get up the next morning and start again. Just like that. Every day I get up and don’t keel over or get hit by a car is a joy and a miracle. It’s up to me and me alone how to spend my time, however long I may be here. It’s going to be great. Viva la 2009!
No not at all. What I’m saying is that there might be something shady about the way she is acting. Look, obviously I don’t know anything about your relationships other than what I decipher from your posts. But my devious, paranoid, Machiavellian brain wonders why is she still dating a guy for ten years that she apparently is so not that crazy about that she would hook up with another guy the very next day. It speaks to a certain deviousness and dishonesty on her part. But fuck it. I don’t know their or your situation. Go have fun. Worst thing that happens is it doesn’t work out.
And actually I can’t complain. I get paid six figures to do jack shit all day. My girlfriend is cooking me up a batch of little hot dog weenies. I have a good group of close friends and a couple bars and a stripclub where everybody knows our name. Everyone is healthy. Pretty much the only thing I can’t stand is my boring job.
I downloaded the trial versions of Scrivener and Storymill and starting to get excited about starting work on my book again. I’ve heard Storymill is good but I found the tutorial hard to follow and apparently there is a long learning curve. Scrivener instantly appealed to me and fits well with my writing style. I’m going to take the whole 30 days to test them both out, but am leaning towards Scrivener.
I also recently gave the fridge a huuuge clean (took out all the shelves, disinfected them and wiped them with vanilla) so it looks gorgeous in there - you could use my fridge to advertise other fridges. I just came back from the market so the crisper drawer has lots of crisp, colourful vegies, and on the top I have 3 dozen lemon and passionfruit tarts that I made last night. Tomorrow I’m going to make baked gnocchi with a blue cheese and proscuitto cream sauce for myself, and my husband will endure my terrible farts because he knows that cheese makes me happy. For my husband I’ll make his favourite spaghetti bolognaise. He’ll happily eat it 3 days in a row, and then when I’m about to grocery shop and ask him what he wants for dinner he’ll think for awhile and be all like “… well, I do like that spaghetti …” Or maybe I’ll make him baked potatoes, salad and steak. There are endless possibilities when the fridge is full!
My husband’s career is really doing well and I’m so, so proud of him. He’s politic but not a jerk; he’s ambitious but work doesn’t rule his life. He’s the greatest, handsomest, kindest, most successful guy I know. I’ve had several friends tell me that he is the standard by which they measure their partners. He boasts to his mum about my baked potatoes, massages my shoulders when I’m grumpy, tells me that I’m beautiful and funny and wonderful, and we laugh together every day.
I’m a pretty happy person in general, and feeling very optimistic about the future. 2009 is going to be a good year.
I’m looking with 2009 with a lot of trepidation - I’m a sole proprietor and things are very scary right now, business-wise. I tried to think of something that I’m happy about, and all I come up with are a lot of reasons why I ‘should’ be thankful. I think I’ll keep all that whinging to myself.
Good luck in your new relationship neutron star, you deserve it.
When he’s prancing, he’s a miniature horse.
When he’s grazing in the grass, he’s a tiny cow.
When his Chihuahua looking ears are at full alert, he’s a bat.
When he’s still, he’s a deer.
When he’s swatting at an elusive fly, he’s a spider monkey.
…just to name some of the various animals he imitates. For a Wal*Mart rescue dog, he’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen and I’ve grown up around pets of all sorts.
Me thinks I lurves him.
My birthday is new years eve and I got drunk as hell at a friend of a friends house party, I am talking the kind of drunk where my memory is fuzzy, I had trouble standing, and I woke up drunk. Some how I managed to impress a 20 something hottie enough for her to ask me out this friday.
