I logged onto my MySpace page to check messages and such and the dirty little page put the blaring phrase 29 years old in my face! The dirty little bugger. Here I was going along in my misguided glory, under the pretense that I am still young and I had to go and see that crap. Stupid MySpace!
Anyhoo, my new job has been pretty good thus far. Though I have to travel a bit more, it only takes me an hour (even with my slow fat girl in heels walking on raggedy city streets walk) and, I have my own office! So, my day mostly consists of sitting at the desk, organizing, typing, sending emails and I meet with students for like less than two hours a day. No lesson plans, no grading homework, no spending 6 hours on Sunday preparing for the next week and a bigger pay check. YAY! I even have to be to work later but, my body hasn't realized that yet and still awakens between 5:45 and 6:15 in the morning depending on how it feels. I have a meeting today so, I don't even have to go into work until like 11:30, tell me that doesn't kick ass!
My birthday was pretty boring this year but, I expected it to be. I didn't do anything though everyone who even looked in my direction offered to take me somewhere or do something. I was perfectly content at home. I totally had the complete intention of sewing this dress I was supposed to wear yesterday but of course, I didn't do that. I DID cook a killer meal and an unbelievable (if I do say so myself) chocolate cake which was my dinner last night (I know, I know).
I gave Sam a super haircut the other day. His hair was just starting to look shaggy. I LOVE when his hair is long but, it requires so much more maintainence and I'm just way too lazy to try and keep it up so, he's sporting his super short, Billy Idol type hair again.
There is this crazy big fly in my house, I'm looking at it right now across the room as he sits on my lampshade taunting me. I was sitting at my computer table last night and he flew right at me, scared the crap out of me. I want to kill it but. I kind of think its wrong unless he does something to me and, I'm kind of grossed out by the though of doing so.
I met a new guy (always a new guy). Who seems kind of nice (as they always do). The old guy, (the shiftless one) just wasn't cutting it with me. I just think there is something innatley (sp?) wrong with a man who doesn't want to do anything with his life. Especially a man who claims to want a family and children. It's just wrong. I know that in good faith, I could not date a man like that because, I wouldn't have any respect for him. I'd herb him and that would bring all sorts of problems on its own anyway.
I have to go find something to wear, I'm out.
