I want to rearrange my office. I think I will after I post this. I need to wait for my nails to dry completely, though. I never do and then they get fucked up. Always pick the worst time to paint them but that's beside the point.
Tomorrow is Babe's birthday. He's turning 30. I'll be 31 in July. I never thought I'd date someone younger than I am, but life has a funny way of having you do things you say you won't do. It's working out pretty well, though. He's more of a man than most men older than he is. He was definitely a curve ball but it was just what I needed. I'm in love. That area of my life is golden. No worries.
Work is hell. I mean I like it. It irritates the shit out of me but I'm staying. I found my home I think. He works there, too. So I mean... why not stay, right?
I'm blathering.
Look. I'm trying to keep myself occupied while my nails dry so I don't go completely batshit, ok? He's out with his brother at the racetrack. I'm at home enjoying a quiet night. I needed one. He asked me if I wanted to go with but I declined, insisting that he spend time with his brother. They need it. I see him every day. I live with him and we have plans together tomorrow. It's NBD. I'm an awesome girlfriend and a HUGE upgrade from the last one and he'll tell you that. 😉
Nails are still tacky...
MM and her boyfriend recently went through some bullshit. Completely his fault. They're ok now I guess. I think she's being way lenient and I would have dumped his shit in the middle of the road on a rainy day and said sayonara, but I'm a little colder than she is. Less tolerant. I've lived more.
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